Story Behind the Song
I attended the annual NORML conference in San Francisco in April 2002. I was sitting in my hotel room, asking myself, "What can I do to help the cause?" Then, I remembered the little chorus I used to sing to myself when I was growing my own in Saipan, and these lyrics came out. I no longer grow marijuana in my yard, so please don't come looking for my house!
Although the song is intended to be funny, the underlying theme is not at all funny. Over 700,000 Americans are arrested for marijuana every year, although no one has ever died or even been seriously or permanently harmed from the plant itself. This song is about equal rights: beer drinkers and tobacco users have more rights than a pot smoker, and that's not fair. Alcohol and tobacco kill people and pot does not. Responsible adults should be allowed to choose to use marijuana, and should be able to buy it in stores, just like alcohol and tobacco users can buy their poisons just about anywhere.
More importantly, no one, especially law enforcement, should come between a doctor and her/his patient. Marijuana has been found by the DEA itself to be one of the safest therapeutically active substances known to man, yet it remains listed as a Schedule I drug - considered too dangerous to be of any medical use - more dangerous than cocaine or heroin - despite the fact that it has never killed anyone. Ever. Aspirin is more dangerous than marijuana, yet our federal government refuses to allow sick and dying patients access to this medicine that has been prescribed by their doctors. What are they so scared of? That maybe people could grow their own medicine instead of having to rely on the corporate pharmaceutical companies' over-priced products?
The prohibition of pot causes far more harm than pot itself every could, and it's high time to end the hypocrisy.
Lyrics
Growing Marijuana In My Yard
by Ben Scales
I'm growing marijuana in my yard
I'm growing marijuana in my yard.
I've got little pots of pot
Spread out all over my lot
I'm growing marijuana in my yard.
I got the seed from Mexico
Stuck it in some dirt and let it grow
Put it in my garden
With my peppers and my peas
And I get all the smoke I need for free.
I'm growing marijuana in my yard,
I'm growing marijuana in my yard.
We keep it where no one can see
So let's keep this 'tween you and me,
But I'm growing marijuana in my yard.
Yes, I'm growing marijuana in my yard,
But I can't tell my boss or I'll get fired.
I don't grow much just what I use
I work all day and when I'm through
I smoke some marijuana from my yard.
Now the policeman wants to talk to me
He says, How you gonna smoke up all that weed?
He says, Money's what you're in it for
Don't you know we're in a war?
Now I'm gonna haul your ass downtown with me.
And I said, Hey, man, what is it to you?
How do I infringe on what you do?
I beg your pardon, if you're offended by my garden
But I just can't grow Prozac in my yard.
So I grow my own medicine in my yard.
And I give some to my neighbor for his heart.
I share it with my grandma, who keeps it from her son,
Cuz we all know that stuff's against the law.
Now there's nothing growing in my yard
Cuz the cops took all my land and both my cars.
Now I have to buy my pot
From a teen-ager in a parking lot
Who's growing marijuana in his yard.
Anyone can grow it in their yard
I could show you how, it ain't hard.
Never mind the president,
Let's overgrow the government.
And all grow marijuana in our yards.
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