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Sad Daddy is the union of four Arkansas-based musicians who bring their own unique styles and backgrounds together to create beautiful music. Sad Daddy is Brian Martin on guitar, Melissa Carper on bass, Joe Sundell on banjo, and Rebecca Patek on fiddle.

Well, now it's all going to pot Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world's gone to hell And we're sure gonna miss it a lot All of the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the spot I got a hundred dollar bill, friend You keep your pills 'Cause it's all going to pot That cackle-babble-head-in-a-box Must think I'm dumb as a rock Readin' me the news While I'm kickin' off my shoes And it's scarin' me outta my socks That Red Headed Stranger I'm not But buddy, let me tell you what If you ask ol' Will, he'll say here's the deal Friends, it's all goin' to pot Well, it's all going to pot Whether we like it or not Best I can tell The world's gone to hell And we're all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the spot I got a hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend It's all goin' to pot Well, I thought I had found me a girl Sweetest little thing in the world But all my jokes went up in smoke When I caught her makin' eyes at Merle He said, a sweet little honey With her eye on your money Is gonna take every penny you got I said she's never gonna get it 'Cause I've already spent it Merle, it's all goin' to pot It's all going to pot Whether we like it or not The best I can tell The world's gone to hell And we're all gonna miss it a lot All the whiskey in Lynchburg, Tennessee Just couldn't hit the spot Got a hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend It's all going to pot I got a hundred dollar bill You can keep your pills, friend 'Cause it's all goin' to pot Songwriters: Buddy Cannon / Jamey Johnson / Larry Shell It's All Going to Pot lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Mdt Music Admin & Consultation, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Lyrics I was out in daddy's wood shop About 17 years old Stacking up some lumber, sweeping sawdust off the floor Way over in the corner, I smelled something kinda strange I looked behind a can of paint, and found a bag of Mary Jane I thought, "What the hell is this?" It threw me for a loop Had me feeling all mixed up 'Cause daddy always told me, "Only hippies smoke that stuff" Well, I knew damn good and well, he wasn't leaning to the left And he'd rather die and go to hell than listen to, "The Grateful Dead" The day I found my daddy's weed I knew the truth, and it set me free That's when I learned this apple didn't fall far from the tree I did a lot of growing up, the day I found my daddy's weed Now, mom was gettin' groceries, and dad was out of town So I sat there on the workbench, contemplatin' what I found I went from feelin' kinda pissed to thinkin', "What the hell?" I got my bowl out of the truck and broke off a little for myself You're damn right That shit was awful sticky, it had crystals on the leaves Smelled kinda like a skunk, and kinda like a Christmas tree It might've come from California or maybe Colorado But it was on a different level than what I was gettin' down the road The day I found my daddy's weed It's one of my favorite memories That's when I learned this apple didn't fall far from the tree I did a lot of growin' up, the day I found my daddy's weed I only hit it once, and damn, it hit me hard I flew straight to the moon and back, sittin' in the yard And suddenly, I understood why daddy loved to work so much And when we heard him out there coughin', it wasn't from the dust The day I found my daddy's weed Oh, it still gets to me The little blonde haired boy who used to bounce upon his knee Became the man out in the backyard stoned on daddy's weed All messed up on daddy's weed (la-dah, ra-ra, dah-dah, la-dah, ra-ra, dah-dah) Daddy's weed (la-dah, ra-ra, dah-dah) Hmm-mm (la-dah, la-dah) (La-dah, ra-ra, dah-dah, la-dah, ra-ra, dah-dah) Oh, daddy's weed (la-dah, ra-ra, dah-dah, la-dah) Stoned on daddy's weed (la-dah) Hmm, yeah (la-dah, ra-ra, dah-dah, la-dah, ra-ra, dah-dah) (La-dah, la, dah-dah) Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Ben Chapman / Corey Smith

[Verse 1: Stewie & Brian] Now, everybody gather round and listen if you would When I tell you every person needs a way of feeling good Every kitty needs a ball of string and every dog a stick But all you need is a bag of weed to really get a kick [Bridge: Ensemble] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! [Chorus: Ensemble & Stewie] A bag o' weed, a bag o' weed Oh, everything is better with a bag o' weed It's the only help that you'll ever need Because everything is better with a bag o' weed! There you go, you're all getting it now Interlude: [Ensemble & Stewie] When Texas people wanna feel good They go assault a queer When stupid people need a thrill They rent The Rocketeer When Michael Jackson needs a rush He humps a guy like me Right! [Bridge: Ensemble] But all we need is a bag o' weed to keep us worry free One, two, three, ho! [Chorus: Brian/Ensemble & Stewie] A bag o' weed, a bag o' weed Oh, everything is better with a bag o' weed No, you don't need meth and you don't need speed Because everything is better with a bag o' weed Have a go, Brian [Verse 2: Brian, Stewie & Ensemble] As Mr. H. L. Mencken said, "The common man's a fool" And just like Helen Keller said, "Doof doo gee dee poh bool." But try and use your heads and don't buy into all the fear (hey!) Because all we need is a bag o' weed to make us wanna cheer [Bridge: Ensemble] And one, two [Chorus: Ensemble] A bag o' weed, a bag o' weed Oh, everything is better with a bag o' weed You can try and fight, but we're all agreed Because everything is better with a bag o' weed [Instrumental breakdown] [Bridge: Ensemble] One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight And a one, two, three, four And a five, and a six, and a seven, oh! [Chorus: Stewie, Brian & Ensemble] A bag o' weed, a bag o' weed Oh, everything is better with a bag o' weed You're a happy guy when you plant the seed Because everything is better with a bag of weed! Oh, everything is better with a bag of weed!

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… I always heard that his herb was top shelf Lord I just could not wait to find out for myself. Well don't knock it till you've tried it. And I've tried it my friend. I'll never smoke Weed with willie again! … Now we learned a hard lesson in a small Texas town He fired up a fat boy and he passed it around The last words I spoke before they tucked me in I may discount Bungee jump but, I'll never smoke weed with Willie again. … I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it begins You can't pour me some old whiskey River my friend. But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again … We hopped on his old bus the Honeysuckle Rose The party was Huntsville, but it was after the show Alone in the front lounge, just me and him I took one friendly puff and the grim creeper set in … I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it begins You can't pour me some old whiskey River my friend. But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again … Now we're passin' the guitar, we're tellin' good jokes I can tell one's a comin' 'cause I'm smellin' smoke No I do not partake I just let it pass by With a grin on my face and a great contact high … I'll never smoke weed with Willie again My party's all over before it begins You can't pour me some old whiskey River my friend. But I'll never smoke weed with Willie again … In the fetal position with drool on my chin We broke down and smoked weed with Willie again Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Scott Emerick / Toby Keith Weed With Willie lyrics © Tokeco Tunes

Well, some people like to head to the bars When life is hitting just a little too hard Some people like to float out and fish Some people like to whine and bitch Well, everybody needs a little head vacation Everybody's got their vibes I just picked up some papers from the Exxon station And I'm about to roll up mine I smoke weed and I don't give a damn Ziploc in my pocket with a couple of grams There's a pretty good chance that I'm high right now Just kidding Mr. Officer unless you're down Oh weed, just about every day First thing that I buy soon as I get paid If there's only one thing you gotta know about me It's that I, I smoke weed Well, you could say I found a natural prescription For an undiagnosed medical condition If you ain't got your own, that's fine Hell, I'll share mine 'Cause I smoke weed and I don't give a damn Ziploc in my pocket with a couple of grams There's a pretty good chance that I'm high right now Just kidding Mr. Officer unless you're down Oh weed, just about every day First thing that I buy soon as I get paid If there's only one thing you gotta know about me It's that I, I smoke weed Yeah, I smoke weed Well, it's legal out in California And a couple other places too But 'round here we still gotta buy it From some real shady dude Oh, weed and I don't give a damn Ziploc in my pocket with a couple of grams There's a pretty good chance that I'm high right now Just kidding Mr. Officer unless you're down Oh weed, just about every day First thing that I buy soon as I get paid And if there's only one thing you gotta know about me It's that I, I smoke weed I smoke weed I smoke weed Songwriters: Ashland Craft / Lee Starr / Willie Morrison I Smoke Weed lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

Just hear me out If it's not perfect, I'll perfect it till my heart explodes I highly doubt That I can make it through another one of your episodes Lashing out One of the petty moves you pull before you lose control You wear me out But it's all right now Let's go home and get stoned We could end up making love instead of misery Go home and get stoned 'Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me You wear me out (We can end up making love instead of misery) But it's all right now Without a doubt Oh, the breakup's worth the makeup sex you're giving me Let's hash it out 'Cause your bitching and your yelling don't mean anything Don't count me out I can handle all the baggage that you're carrying You wear me out (Whoa) But it's all right now Let's go home and get stoned We could end up making love instead of misery Go home and get stoned 'Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me You wear me out (We can end up making love instead of misery) But it's all right now Let's go home and get stoned We could end up making love instead of misery Go home and get stoned 'Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me Go home and get stoned We can end up making love instead of misery Go home and get stoned 'Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me You wear me out (We can end up making love instead of misery) But it's all right now ('Cause the sex is so much better when you're mad at me) Let's go home and get stoned (Whoa) Let's go home and get stoned (Whoa) Let's go home and get stoned (Whoa) Let's go home and get stoned Songwriters: Austin Winkler / Brian Howes / Joey Moi / Lloyd Garvey / Mark King / Michael Rodden / Ross Hanson Get Stoned lyrics © Hyvetown Music Inc, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Tree of Life, winner of 2007 Marijuana Music Awards Best Music Video! An educational music video about the many industrial uses and health benefits of the American Hemp plant. http://www.thehumanrevolution.org/ Cannabis sativa "hemp" can benefit all of mankind. The Human Revolution perform original music they call mystic country rock. Their live performances feature screaming guitars, funky fiddle playing, solid rhythm and lyrics with an ecological message. The core of the conscious rock band is Human, the charismatic and energetic front man and songwriter from the Appalachian region of the U.S. Human puts his heart and soul into every song he writes and performs. Inspired by his life experiences, Humans songs are both fun and powerful.

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Back round 1935 Depression ridin high People trying to have some fun smokin' dope and opium Government did what they do best made a mess Made a crime that's victimless criminalizing cannibus And the big drug money machine sells Oxy and Morphine Legals Drug get us hooked a million deaths overlooked Methadone Fentynal Halcion Phenopbarbitol Let the government take a bow Who's the pusher now! Follow the corporate money trail while decent people rot in jail Guarantee full occupancy for private prison industry Caught up in a livin' hell with a couple a million prison cells And government hypocracy payin' for modern slavery And the big drug money machine sells Oxy and Morphine Federal laws still protect drugs with deadly side affects Percoset Thorazine Opiates Amphetamine Let the government take a bow Who's the pusher now! The War on drugs a political joke lockin' us up for smoking dope No reason for doing time with a punishment when there aint no crime No cartels are runnin beer prohibition made it clear When you turn a market black it's hard to turn it back When government gets behind the gun IRS is never done Our taxes pay the FDA so the DEA can put us away And the government drug money machine runs like its on Dexadrine Politicians legislate so they can mass incarcerate Look at the human cost personal rights gettin tossed Let the government take a bow Who's the pusher now! While the big drug money machine Sells Oxy and Morphine Cannibus guaranteed harmless as a garden weed When your body gives you pain smoke some medical Maryjane Let the government take a bow Let the government take a bow Who's the pusher now!

I've got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceilin' I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healin' And when it all goes to hell the only thing I believe in Is weed, whiskey, and Willie You can take the rain You can take all leave my name You can have my heart It's broken anyway You can take my reputation And drag it through the mud, go on and abuse it But don't take my smoke My jug of brown liquor or my country music I've got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceilin' I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healin' And when it all goes to hell the only thing I believe in Is weed, whiskey, and Willie Turn the music up I'm gonna lock all the doors Turn off the lights and close every blind There ain't nobody home And the pictures on the wall Just about lost in a cloud of smoke My vices and heroes will hold me together when I'm lettin' you go I've got bottles and vinyl stacked to the ceilin' I get stoned for survival, it helps with the healin' And when it all goes to hell the only thing I believe in Is weed, whiskey, and Willie And when I'm back on my feet, I'm gonna keep on repeatin' Weed, whiskey and Willie Source: LyricFind Songwriters: John Osborne / Laura Veltz / Thomas Osborne

She hates her job, loves her kids Bored with her husband Tired of the same old list of things to do So when the to-dos have all been done She sits down at the kitchen table And rolls herself a fat one Smoke so sweet fills the air She maybe ought to crack a window But all she can do is stare at the paint That's been peeling off the walls A couple tokes and her troubles don't seem all that tall You know life will let you down Love will leave you lonely Sometimes to only way to get by Is to get high She laughs out loud at who she used to be A girl who'd a looked down on A woman's moking weed in her kitchen Sometimes she misses those younger days Seeing the world through rose colored glasses Instead of this purple haze You know life will let you down Love will leave you lonely Sometimes to only way to get by Is to get high So she tucks her kids in at night Kisses her husband turns off the light And talks to God Says Lord gel me accept what I cannot change But until I learn to do that Thanks for the Mary Jane You know life will let you down Love will leave you lonely Sometimes to only way to get by Is to get high Sometimes to only way to get by Is to get high Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Brandy Lynn Clark

Lyrics Aw, yeah Uh-uh What's that smell? Wanda is a woman, she works down the hall Shows up on time, she like balls to the wall She went out to lunch with her high school friends 'Bout three hours later, she came rollin' back in Well, the boss man really jumped her Son he wasn't joking Everybody in the office knew Wanda had been smokin' That old wacky tobaccy When you feel it creeping up on you That old wacky tobaccy Kick back and let it do what it do Know you can two tote her, you can one hit him Puff it in a pipe and you can twist it in a stem You can bake it in some brownies, smoke it through a bong Roll up a great big fat one like ol' Cheech and Chong Burn it through a hole, in a can of Budweiser If you can't take the heat son, vaporizer That old wacky tobaccy When you feel it creeping up on you That old wacky tobaccy Kick back and let it do what it do Now do what you do Oh, yeah You got your Mexican and Jamaican with those buds of blue Humboldt County and Hydroponic too Okeechobee Purple from down in the South And that ol' stuff your uncle smokes will give you cotton mouth Homegrown is healthy, synthetic can kill ya My all-time favorite is redhead sensimilla That old wacky tobaccy When you feel it creeping up on you That old wacky tobaccy Kick back and let it do what it do Aw, let it do what it do Yeah, it do Y'all got any Fritos? Songwriters: Scott W. Emerick / Toby K. Covel Wacky Tobaccy lyrics © Tokeco Tunes, Florida Room Music

Public support for the legalization of marijuana has gained considerable traction in the 21st century amongst both younger and older individuals. What are the positive effects of legalizing weed? Medical Marijuana May Help With Chronic Pain. It Might Help Reduce Addictions and Opioid Deaths. CBD Helps Epilepsy Patients. People With Anxiety, Depression, or Stress Can Find Relief. It Helps Cancer Patients. Legal Cannabis Contributes to the Economy. Legal challenges continue to shape state marijuana markets. In Florida, where medical marijuana was legalized in 2016 through the initiative process, a legal challenge to a new initiative that would legalize adult-use marijuana jeopardizes the initiative's chance of appearing on the ballot in 2024. And in New York, an injunction resulting from a legal challenge to the state's Conditional Adult-Use Retail Dispensary (CAURD) licenses has frozen the ability of the state's Office of Cannabis Management (OCM) to issue new retail licenses and for some license-holders to open shops.