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 [A7would »
I took a little in, blew a little out
The demon’s chronic smoked me out
All you [A7people you [A7got [Fm7]to [C7]know
The devil’s harvest is sweet to [C7]grow
With the blossom your tɾoubles go
Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro
Mama called the feds on [C7]me that day
They’ll never let me tɾavel the U.S.A
I'm a work the land [Bm]until I die
And harvest with my [A]devil while getting’ high
All you [A7people you [A7got [Fm7]to [C7]know
The devil’s harvest is sweet to [C7]grow
With the blossom your tɾoubles go
Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro
