Pull up a cup, light up a chaliceTake off your hat, bro, cause respect is dueMix the happy and the happy, baby, I knowIn the middle of nowhere, the weed growsGotta carry it like a baby every dayPolice and soldier in a helicopterFlying over, I just hope they go awayCollie weed makes me feel fineBlown up to the chalice to my mindCollie weed makes me feel fineBlown up to the chalice to my mind3 o'clock, another roadblockI wonder what they're searching for todayMile down the road, another checkpointI'm comprehend, so I guess I'm on my wayCollie weedMakes me feel fineMakes me feel fineBlown up to the chalice to my mindCollie weedMakes me feel fineBlown up to the chalice to my mindGive thanks to JohnThe trees are in bloomAs it first grew on King Solomon's tombAnd your lion in the fieldsDoing a hard day's workBut he'll be coming downFrom the hillsWith a good jobYou and I know it's the healing of the nationBut still you insist we keep the fightFor everything from nerves to meditationI got to zone it on a plane of higher heightsCollar weed makes me feel fineLoad up to the chalice to my mindCollar weed makes me feel fineLoad up to the chalice to my mindGive thanks to JahThe trees are in bloomAs it first grew on King Solomon's tombBy the rays of the sunOr light of the moonTime is upon usTo hideI'll miss them soonI'm sayingCollar weed makes me feel fineLoad up to the chalice to my mindI'm sayingCollar weed makes me feel fineLoad up to the chalice to my mind