Mexico

Owsley and charlie twins of the trade
Come to the poet's room
Talking about the problems of the leaf
And yes it'll be back soon
There used to be tons of gold and green
Comin' up here from mexico
A donde esta la planta mi amigo del sol
But mexico is under the thumb
Of a man we call richard
And he's come to call himself king
But he's a small headed man
And he doesn't know a thing
About how to deal for you
How to deal for you
There are millions of you now
It's not as if you were alone
There are brothers everywhere
Just waiting for a toke on that gold
And god knows how far it can go
But thanks uncle charlie
For your mexican smoke
You're a legend owsley
For your righteous **
There were a half a million people on the lawn
And we sang to the faces in the dark
How long must that d**n race
Wait for the jailer's time to end
How long must the panther race
Wait for the iron bars to bend
And no no no no no nobody waits