Gene Vincent High On Life
Green hickorywood will make your fireplace hot You try to explain to a Berkeley cop He choked with with my peats and shot me down for pot I said, man I'm clean, I'm just about to blow my top They finally took me in for possession of... Love and my pocket knife But I swear to God I was only high on life High on livin', high on lovin' High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin' I have no suit lapel in which to hold my flower I said Lord, that's okay man It's just the lateness of the hour Well I be clean when heaven lets if shower They finally took me in for possession of... Love and my pocket knife But I swear to God I was only high on life High on livin', high on lovin' High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin' High on livin', high on lovin' High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin' High on livin', high on lovin' High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin'
