All songs in this songbook are written by Larry and\or Peg Monaghan.
 
 
YOU'RE A GRAND OLE BAG
  (to tune of "Grand Old Flag")
 
It's a grand old bag
It's a five dollar bag,
Think about all the lives we will save
It's the market free
For you and me,
A land that will never have slaves.
It's a grand old bag
It's a fifty pound bag
So forever in peace we'll roll
Should all the sentenced be unlocked
Serving under a hempen flag.
 
 
 
HELLO MUDDAH, HELLO FADDAH
  (to tune of "Muddah, Faddah")
 
Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah
I been smoking marijuana
Chasing rainbows
Through the forests
And my brain cells haven't felt a single trauma.
 
Now my asthma is historic
I can run and feel euphoric
My digestion
Is much better
So I threw away the jar of paregoric.
 
Take me home, oh muddah, faddah
I won't roam, oh muddah, faddah
Please don't dare to leave me
Where I might be found and stripped by Bennett bare.
 
All the farmers would be richer
We could make the land a picture
Fix the ozone
Gee that's better
Mother, father please don't disregard this letter.
 
 
 
1600 PENNSYLVANIA AVENUE (BENNETT'S THEME)
  (to tune of "Street Where You Live")
 
We have often fought all this greed before
We have seen the young ones bleed so we'd be free before
In my penthouse high I can watch them die
Right down there on the street where they live.
 
Doesn't bother me, I'm in luxury
I can even get the Feds to do my tax for me
I live in the sky and my doctor's high
I won't go on the street where they live.
 
          Old adrenalin feeling as the troops swarm over the land
          Like locusts food they are stealing as they fight from side to
            side for desert sand.
 
I can have it all in my crystal ball
And I'll suck the country dry until it's empty land
Military might makes my country right
Put it here in the bank where I live.
 
 
 
AMERICA THE PITIFUL
  (to tune of "America the Beautiful")
 
Oh prostitutes with almond eyes for fifty cents a game
With purple mountain magazines depicting more of same
America, America, you used to be so free
But now you have police arrests from sea to shining sea!
 
O pitiful for patriot's dream that lasted too few years
The evil empires always seem to grow on waves of tears
America, America, we love the life you taught
But with commercial magazines can never more be bought!
 
O beautiful for stars agleam, pollution to the sky
The toxic waste of paper plants and plastic fills the eye
America, America, your blood was shed in vain
for all the founding fathers bought were ten short years of gain.
 
And now that smog defouls the air through clouds we cannot see
The memories of the greater years when we were truly free
America, America, the time to stand is now
Or doff your head like herbivors and be a herd of cows!
 
 
 
JOHN BROWN OF THE 90S
  (to tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic")
 
John Brown's body is a marchin' sea to sea
John Brown's body was destroyed for you and me
John Brown's body has returned to set us free
But his truth goes marching on.
 
          Glory, glory hallelullah
          Glory, glory hallelullah
          Glory, glory hallelullah
          His truth goes marching on!
 
I have seen him in the death camp that they call the city jail
He was just another prisoner but his conscience did not fail
They have broken up his family, his property's for sale
But his truth goes marching on!
 
I have seen him in the concentration centers for the poor
Where the homeless folks are starving he goes knocking door to door
When the sacrificial souls are called he's first one on the floor
His truth goes marching on!
 
While the preachers talked of slavery, he was working in the fields
While the righteous prayed for bounty, from his brothers they did steal
When the senate calls for taxes, with the Devil he won't deal
His truth goes marching on!
 
He holds that God is kindness and there's love throughout the land
But to hold another prisoner of God was not what's planned
To claim to be the wrath of God is how the Devil stands
His truth goes marching on!
 
If you listen in the evening, the Potomac calls his name
And he always stands for justice, that will ever be the same
His spirit knows no boundaries and the Devil he can tame
His truth goes marching on!
 
 
 
HEMP OIL
  (to tune of "My Bonnie")
 
Chorus:
    Give back, Give back
    O give back my hemp oil to me, to me
    Give back, give back
    O give back my hemp oil to me.
 
My hemp oil's imported from China
It comes in in sterilized seeds
To grow it right here is illegal
Oh, give back my hemp oil to me.
 
The levis my Pa wore were softer
His paper was acid rain-free
The light was a little bit dimmer
But oh how we all loved to read
 
Our diet is based on petroleum
A product imported, not free
Let's kick old Saddam in his oil wells
Oh, give back my hemp oil to me.
 
The seed cake makes cattle contented
They give less of milk, more of cream
This land once had lactose and honey
Oh, give back my hemp oil to me.
 
The cops are all high on enforcement
Evangelists rule the tv
Mr. Bush has declared war on broccoli
So give back my hemp oil to me.
 
The reason that Bush is addicted
To oil that comes over the sea
Is all of his puppets are robots
Let's make them petroleum-free.
 
Our Czar has a habit more bitter
Than cutting and spitting on trees
He drinks gin and tonic for breakfast
Oh, give back my hemp oil to me.
 
Khomeni took over the oil fields
He ran the U.S. up a tree
Iran became one big religion
He made all them fuckers drug free.
 
The moral is short to this story
The answer is plain there to see
The devil can't tolerate hemp oil
So give back my hemp oil to me.
 
 
 
SHRUBBERY
  (to tune of "Loverly")
 
All I want is a farm somewhere
Raising greenness and making air
With hempen underwear
Oh, wouldn't it be shrubbery?
 
Lots of bud, lots of seed to eat
Hempen oil making hempen heat
And shoes that fit all feet
Oh, wouldn't it be shrubbery?
 
          I would grow a little patch of mine upon a hill
          It would never stop to bud till after the frosty chill
 
Someone dear by the hearth with me
Even patter of little feet
They'd grow and share with me
Oh, wouldn't it be shrubbery?
   Shrubbery...    Shrubbery...
 
 
 
SIDE BY SIDE
  
Well, we ain't got a barrel of seed oil
Times are so trying and turmoil
But we'll travel along,
Sucking a bong
Side by side.
 
When the sky is the color of money
Brown side to side it ain't funny
Fill on up on the bong
Toke till it dongs
Side by side.
 
Smells like Drug Czar weather
Maybe the ax will fall
But as long as we're together
We'll hang him out by the balls.
 
We could go back to where we once started
Smog and the atmosphere parted
From the "green" treasure trove
Give me hemp in my stove
Homegrown's fine
We really mean it
Homegrown's fine.
 
 
 
WHEN FREEDOM COMES MARCHIN' HOME
  (to tune of "When Johnny Comes Marchin' Home)
 
When freedom fighters come marchin' home
Hoorah, Hoorah
They doff their hats and grab a joint
Hoorah, Hoorah
We'll all toke up to say hello
And then we'll pass the royal bowl
And we'll all get high
When freedom comes marchin' home.
 
The politicians rule our land
Hoorah, Hoorah
They say we have no voice again
Hoorah, Hoorah
It's time to save the Bill of Rights
Our Constitution's in their sights
And we'll all get high
When freedom comes marchin' home.
 
Now's the time to call our friends
Hoorah, hoorah
It's time to fight a war again
Hoorah, hoorah
We'll join the march upon D.C.
To save this country for you and me
And we'll all get high
When freedom comes marchin' home.
 
 
 
THE GREEN, GREEN GRASS OF HOME
 
The old home town looks the same
As I float down from the train
And there to greet me was my brother's marijuana
Down the road I look and there grows mary
Hairs of gold and buds like oranges
It's good to smoke the green, green grass of home.
 
Well, they'll all come to see me
In the shade, toking sweetly
It's good to smoke the green, green grass of home.
 
Then I wake up and look around me
At the prison bars that surround me
And I realize that I was only dreaming
There's a guard and there's a rope beside me
Soon they'll hang me from an old oak tree
It's death to smoke the green, green grass of home.
 
Yes, they'll all come to see me
As they drink and watch their big screen tv
While they hang me up for the the green, green grass of home.
 
 
 
AMAZING GRASS
  (to tune of "Amazing Grace")
 
Amazing Grass
Grows in our town
It climbs above the trees
I'd rather smoke than blinded be
Glaucoma's not for me.
 
Now hemp's been here
Ten thousand years
A gift from God that's free
But now the drugs they advocate
Are made by Bush/Lilly.
 
With cancer from
Atomic waste
And smog that kills the trees
The only cure that grows is hemp
And it will set us free.
 
 
 
HILLS OF MARIJUANA
  (to tune of "Halls of Montezuma")
 
From the hills of marijuana to the hash of Tripoli
We have tasted every kind of bud and never felt disease
It's a plant that's grown ten thousand years
And provides the things we need
So let's take this precious gift from God
Plant it sea to shining sea.
 
When the soldiers of John Barley Corn come and burn our plants so dear
We will hide and watch until they're gone then plant seeds far and near
We can clean the planet for our kids
So that they won't live in fear
We will fight those faschist burning pigs
Because they're the ones that's queer.
 
When the world has turned a lovely green and the sea returns to blue
We will once again live out the dream that was meant for me and you
We will treat the forests with respect
And the rivers will run clear
We'll throw out the bums of Bush's sect
And protect our country dear.
 
 
 
SMOKER FROM MUSKOGEE
  (to tune of "Okie from Muskogee")
 
We don't drink white lightning in Muskogee
We all take our trips on LSD
We burned down the jailhouse last September
And ran the cops on down to Tennessee
 
          I'm prould to be a smoker from Muskogee
          A place where any head can have a ball
          We bring in the grass long bout September
          And sell it out in front of City Hall.
 
The chief of our police is quite a swinger
He pops pills and does his little thing
If Bennett came on down, he'd surely swing here
Our hemp rope's still the strongest thing in town.
 
 
          Well, gang, this is our first songbook.  Right now, we're busy 
working on Number two.  Please leave any comments.  We welcome them.  Feel
free to copy these and pass them around.  Let's make the movement rise up
in song and let our voices be heard.
 
                                      Larry and Peg