Oh, It's the Bob and Tom Show.

I always heard that his herb was top shelf. I just could not wait to find out for myself.

Don't knock it till you tried it. Well I've tried it my friend and I'll never smoke

weed with Willie again.

I learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town.

He fired up a fat boy and he passed him around.

The last words I spoke before they tucked me in.

I'll never smoke weed with Willie again.

I'll never smoke weed with Willie again.

My party's all over before it began.

You can pour me some old whiskey river, my friend. But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again.

I hopped on his old bus the honeysuckle road.

The party was Vegas it was after the show. Alone

and the front lounge just me and him. With one parting puff,

Grim creeper sat in.

I never smoke weed with Willie again.

My party's all over before it began.

You can pour me some old whiskey river, my friend.

But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again.

Now we're passing the guitar, telling good jokes.

I know ones are coming because I'm smelling smoke.

No I do not partake.

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