I was gathering the crops across the fields What happened to me baby, you won’t believe I was picking up peaches, all ripe & good In the middle of a row, Satan stood He was hitting on a pipe of cherry wood Told me « little sinner, I know you would » I took a little in, blew a little out The demon’s chronic smoked me out All you people you got to know The devil’s harvest is sweet to grow With the blossom your troubles go Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro Mama called the feds on me that day They’ll never let me travel the U.S.A I'm a work the land until I die And harvest with my devil while getting’ high All you people you got to know The devil’s harvest is sweet to grow With the blossom your troubles go Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro