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Lately by the tavern door and gate
Came shining through the dusk, a manly shape
Bearing a vessel on his shoulder
And he bade me taste of it
Waste not your hour in vain pursuit
Of this endeavor and that dispute
Better be joyful with grass and grape
Than sad with none at all
Hey baby sister, I'm gon' tell it like it t-i-e it tonight
I sure am. Sister Johnson, I want you to pass the weed
Around to all the members in the church. Pass the weed
Around and bring me a joint. Some bad shit sister, Sister
Johnson this some bad, bad shit. You get that shit Tijuana?
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