Текст пісні
Take all the grunts in a hog
Take all the barks in a dog
Take all the crumbs in a piece of cornbread
And how come day break and don't fall
And night fall and don't break
And blue eyes can't be satisfied
Unless his foots up me
Downtown on Sunday
You can see for miles and miles
You can hear a rat pissing
Or a roach running
If they had rats down there
Roaches either for that matter
But then who ever heard of a roach
Makin' over a pile of green
Three boxes of longs, please
Green ain't only bread you know
It's silence and things that grow and country
Greens the big color isn't it
Goes all the way 'round in a circle is what I mean
And all starts and finishes with green
Like a dog chasing his tail
Here ain't no way a weed could grow
That a weed could make it
Green is the big color these days
Always has been, face it
Money, rich folks graves, green berets
And a tree with the leaves hanging heavy
But the leaves keep turning brown and it's me
The flag shoulda been green too, you know
Green and red anyway
Three boxes of longs, please
Ten to one, yeah, I said red
Then waitin' to keep me in some kinda dungeon
And I gotta flash my 32 'til judgement come
Right, wrong, wrong
Ever seen the park after a big snow come
It's all white but it feels green in a funny way
Even if it's cold
It's warm in a funny way
If it's noisy, the noise is muffled too
In a funny way
And you can have the first foot in a drift
Or just watch it be
That's where it's at in a funny way
If you follow me
Three boxes of longs, please
There's more of us
So, let us do unto what they say
What I wouldn't let you do unto me
Maybe I'll work on that ration some