/
  •  

1.
04:37
2.

credits

released 20 April 2012

Written by: James Hyland
Produced by: Robert Socia
Mastered by: Jim Wilson

James Hyland: vocals and acoustic guitar
Robert Socia: background vocals and lead acoustic guitar
Kim Deschamps: pedal steel guitar
Will Landin: bass
Robbie Kidd: drums and percussion

tags

license

all rights reserved

feeds

feeds for this album, this artist
Track Name: Medicine Man
Medicine Man
By James Hyland

We were growing weed in Nor-Cal
Making lil money, raising the morale
It’s a weed thing, it’s a green thing
But there’s a “Who the fuck are you to mess with the machine?” thing.
Growing, It’s the knowing
The one who speaks up will get the rest to start showing
Who’s the keeper? Who’s the sleeper?
Who’s the one you like and no one thought to keep her?

My granddaddy farmed this town
Every time it rained money grew from the ground
My Daddy was a farmer too,
But he got caught growing weed
When the FEDs swept through
They come in, they take all they can
Your money, your home, all your farmland
Farmers like me’ve gotta learn to hide
Rent a quite house and move the farm inside.

It was a night like any other night
A hard days work under liquid cooled lights
I’m glowing, ebb and flowing
Then the call came in that we needed to get going
Gotta stop it, I gotta drop it
I gotta grab the “bail bag” hit the woods, run the gauntlet
Our hearts pound, sirens sound
The FEDs are coming in but they don’t find fools around

I’m in Yosemite, doing Plan B
Setting up shop where the Cops can’t bother me
Deep woods, in the big trees
Camp, a lamp, and a handful of strong seeds.
My crop is from the mountaintop
They call it Jimmy Hyhat down at the Head Shop
That’s it, well, I relax it
They’re gonna chase me
Til they find a way to tax it.

The day when weed came to a vote
The heads stood together just to vote “NO”
Wonder why? What are YOU hi?
Why hand a billion dollar business over to tobacco guys?
My Joint Chiefs operate with care
They put the smell of weed and their fists in the air
Ya, the growing, and the knowing
The one who speaks up will get the rest to start showing
Who’s the keeper? Who’s the sleeper?
Who’s the one you like and no one thought to keep her?
Track Name: Medicine Man - Radio Edit (Clean Version)
Medicine Man
By James Hyland

We were growing weed in Nor-Cal
Making lil money, raising the morale
It’s a weed thing, it’s a green thing
But there’s a “Who the f*** are you to mess with the machine?” thing.
Growing, It’s the knowing
The one who speaks up will get the rest to start showing
Who’s the keeper? Who’s the sleeper?
Who’s the one you like and no one thought to keep her?

My granddaddy farmed this town
Every time it rained money grew from the ground
My Daddy was a farmer too,
But he got caught growing weed
When the FEDs swept through
They come in, they take all they can
Your money, your home, all your farmland
Farmers like me’ve gotta learn to hide
Rent a quite house and move the farm inside.

It was a night like any other night
A hard days work under liquid cooled lights
I’m glowing, ebb and flowing
Then the call came in that we needed to get going
Gotta stop it, I gotta drop it
I gotta grab the “bail bag” hit the woods, run the gauntlet
Our hearts pound, sirens sound
The FEDs are coming in but they don’t find fools around

I’m in Yosemite, doing Plan B
Setting up shop where the Cops can’t bother me
Deep woods, in the big trees
Camp, a lamp, and a handful of strong seeds.
My crop is from the mountaintop
They call it Jimmy Hyhat down at the Head Shop
That’s it, well, I relax it
They’re gonna chase me
Til they find a way to tax it.

The day when weed came to a vote
The heads stood together just to vote “NO”
Wonder why? What are YOU hi?
Why hand a billion dollar business over to tobacco guys?
My Joint Chiefs operate with care
They put the smell of weed and their fists in the air
Ya, the growing, and the knowing
The one who speaks up will get the rest to start showing
Who’s the keeper? Who’s the sleeper?
Who’s the one you like and no one thought to keep her?