Lyrics:
need no bag of silver
We don't need no fields of gold
Don't it make you high
And make you want to fly
Knowin' we can live on love alone
We
Rich man, rich man got all the good land
Ain't nothin' left but bad land for the poor man
Rich man's money, rich man's school
Did they make the poor
I come from down in the valley
Where, mister, when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
married his high school sweetheart
They brought a little plot of ground
Couple of miles out of town on a mailbox it said
Route 1 Box 144
Well back in
I come from down in the valley
Where, mister, when you're young
They bring you up to do like your daddy done
Me and Mary we met in high school
Here we go
I'm movin' off death row
Ya gotta keep up hops
Ya can't be slow
Cuse their towers are high
They got the hype gaats
Check the perimeters
Babies and puppies and high school football games
Veterans and factories and fresh fields of hay
Grandma and Grandpa just rockin' along
I am a hit
the junior high school band
Instrumental
Well on the day of the game all the boys in the band, got together and they made their plan
And when the halftime
, high, high?
Yeah, oh no, woah
Am I high?
Ooh ooh, high, I, I
Yeah, oh no, woah
I think I've loved you since our high school (remember that, baby)
A girl and a boy with high hopes enjoyed
Doing whatever they please
With love in their eyes 'neath the wide open sky
Making love in the blue bonnet
who we are
And there you go, my friends, with your boxes in your car
And today I passed the high school, the river, the maple tree
I passed
Mmmm
See he's organized
And he's on the ball
Never miss a day of school
And he's an underdog
Wanna learn more and more
Pa and mama taught him
passed the high school, the river, the maple tree
I passed the farms that made it
Through the last days of the century
And I knew that I was going to learn
Yo I want to get high
I want to get high
Walking through campus with my backpack
Bailin' to orientation
So I can change the nation
See
(Alright, well I'm twenty-six so I've lived here for twenty-six years)
(I married my high school sweetheart so we've been mar-)
(We've been
Yeah, yeah
Dropped outta school now we dumb rich
(dumb rich)
This sound like some forty-three oh-one shit
(one shit)
All my niggas wanna do is pop
There's a kid inside,
And I have him with me always.
There's a kid inside,
Walking down old high school hallways.
Where's a kid inside,
behind a couple teenage kids at a high school football game
They didn't take their hats off when the anthem was played
And I felt like jerkin a knot in
the high school students
Now, we dream through the kids and violence
Oooh, yeah (Oooh, yeah)
Oooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Treat the youths right
Good morning niff-nods and stoners
I would like to welcome you to Nathanael Hill High School
The home of the scholars, the home of the impalas,
Boy grew up in Caroline
Tobacco farm on the mountainside
Played football for the high school team
Fell in love with Sally Jean
Heard the call
my books, I look up,
and see this girl,
as she's walking by,
with her friends.
Oh man she was something else.
High school.
Soccer fields on an early
at a high school gym
And she's wearing your class ring
There's a last time for everything
Last call, last chance
Last song, last dance
Sometimes you
Now this some bad weed
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Going to school, hitting
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