The old stash bag looks the same
As I roll one, flick a flame
It kinda' warms me like a mama and a papa
Then I suck a drag of good old Mary
Inhaling deep what's necessary,
It's good to smoke this green green grass of home

These old lungs do get raspy
And my throat gets parched and dry
But, it's a sacrifice that I bravely take on
No, I shall not give up my dear sweet Mary
On the floor's, that reefer fairy
Jumped from my toke of green green grass at home

Everytime, He comes to see me
Keeps preachin', tries to free me
From clutches of this green green grass of home

(Spoken)
Then I awaken..what could this place be?
All these barred gray walls that encase me
And I realize, through all this, I've been dreamin'
I'm in an orange jump suit, and feelin' wasted
I recall now, I was busted..
They found my plants of green green grass at home

Yes, vice cops came to see me
And I'm not sure when they'll free me
Wish I had some of that green green grass of home

I sure could use some green green grass of home