Tommy Chong

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The day they put Tommy Chong in prison
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for selling water bongs, I was hittin' mine.
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Sitting there screaming at the television.
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How could Tommy Chong be doing time!?

F#m E
O the breaking news keeps breaking my heart.
F#m E
Taking my morning muse and tearing it apart.

The president with the small dark and beady eyes
keeps telling me they'll never break our will.
Another soldier dies. Another mother cries.
Children drawing guns (outside the lines) thou shall not kill.

It used to be I'd wake up in the morning.
It was coffee, cartoons and The Price is Right.
Now it's nothing but storm clouds forming.
How I miss those happy songs I'd write.