Lyrics

Thank You, Mr. Gov't
- Chris Ramey

© 2025 Ramey
Herban Insurgent Publishing LLC (ASCAP)

Thank you Mr. Gov't
For letting me have my weed
I wanna thank you Mr. Gov't
For saying that you might let me be
As long as you can't see hear or smell me
You just might let me live in peace
I want to thank you Mr. Gov't
For letting me have my weed

I can't help but think how funny
It is for you to condone
Something that I done been doing every day
In the comfort of my own home
Most of my life I been puffin it up
Yeah every morning noon and night I get stoned
Now that the man sees the money
Green light on the retail zone

See I'll let you in on a secret
I been getting high every day
For at least the past 30 odd years
Probably more some would say
But now that I'm all legal-like
I miss my outlaw super silver haze daze
I think I thank you Mr. Gov't
For ending my criminal ways

Well hell yes I guess I sure am grateful
For this sudden respect given me
I'm so used to living in the underground
Ain't quite sure now how I oughta be
Thank you for the clarification
I can get high safe in my home
That's kind of an empty comfort
For a soul bound to range and roam

And I ain't sure I'm entirely happy
That you hijacked my illegal smile
Seems kind of sleazy that you made it so easy
Where peeps like me would trudge a hard mile
As I sit here stinking and thinking
Don't want to inspect a gift horse's mouth
I really miss some things about schwinging
And I hope this slope don't drag us all south

Thank you Mr. Gov't
For letting me have my weed
I wanna thank you Mr. Gov't
For saying that you might let me be
As long as you can't see hear or smell me
You just might let me live in peace
I want to thank you Mr. Gov't
For letting me have my weed