VERSE 1
We all get those rainy days
The sun is hidin no one wants to play.
Postman fill up the letter box
Rent is due Its all bills
Now your fresh outta luck.
Pulse is racing palms getting sweaty
Feeling anxious heads feeling heavy

Turning furniture up, checking ur jeans.
Forgotton cash and bag full of green.
Run to the shops, buy me some snacks
And a nice big bottle of gentleman jack
Race back home to get those balzin feels.
Play me some records im a spinning wheel

Chorus
Whiskey and weed
Getting lost under the sheets
Up in the clouds, every song is a fresh new sound
Picnics in the park, skinny dipping in the lake
Pass the spliff around we all getting baked.

Verse
Man I love those Fall nights
Backyard fires under a starlit sky
Smiles all around, makin music with your friends
Some like Kentucky Im tennesie man
One thing they have in common
Weed and whisky make a real good couple

Chorus
Whiskey and weed
Getting lost under the sheets
Up in the clouds, every song is a fresh new sound
Picnics in the park, skinny dipping in the lake
Pass the spliff around we all getting baked.

I love them summer days, fresh cut grass
Concrete haze.
Roll out a blanket in the city park,
Friends, music, food and a lot of laughs
Sounds of the city come alive
When your passing round a joint feeling the vibes





Chorus
Whiskey and weed
Getting lost under the sheets
Up in the clouds, every song is a fresh new sound
Picnics in the park, skinny dipping in the lake
Pass the spliff around we all getting baked.


Outro more spoken

Whiskey and weed
Goes together like the travelling willburys, cheech n chong , snoop doggy dog
Cash, n Merle, Waylon, rogers and Willie.