Pull up a cup, light up a chalice
Take off your hat, bro, cause respect is due
Mix the happy and the happy, baby, I know
In the middle of nowhere, the weed grows
Gotta carry it like a baby every day
Police and soldier in a helicopter
Flying over, I just hope they go away
Collie weed makes me feel fine
Blown up to the chalice to my mind
Collie weed makes me feel fine
Blown up to the chalice to my mind
3 o'clock, another roadblock
I wonder what they're searching for today
Mile down the road, another checkpoint
I'm comprehend, so I guess I'm on my way
Collie weed
Makes me feel fine

Makes me feel fine
Blown up to the chalice to my mind
Collie weed
Makes me feel fine
Blown up to the chalice to my mind
Give thanks to John
The trees are in bloom
As it first grew on King Solomon's tomb
And your lion in the fields
Doing a hard day's work
But he'll be coming down
From the hills
With a good job
You and I know it's the healing of the nation
But still you insist we keep the fight
For everything from nerves to meditation
I got to zone it on a plane of higher heights
Collar weed makes me feel fine
Load up to the chalice to my mind
Collar weed makes me feel fine
Load up to the chalice to my mind
Give thanks to Jah
The trees are in bloom
As it first grew on King Solomon's tomb
By the rays of the sun
Or light of the moon
Time is upon us
To hide
I'll miss them soon
I'm saying
Collar weed makes me feel fine
Load up to the chalice to my mind
I'm saying
Collar weed makes me feel fine
Load up to the chalice to my mind