Secondhand Stoned Lyrics

Like a rookie I hid my cannabis Inside a box of Marlboro reds

The macho guyin the security line

Who thought he was the FBI

Said we check cigarettes for Willie

Really coulda hid it so much better

In my hat band behind a peacock feather

In my Lucchese's my sweater sleeve

or the 5th pocket of my Wrangler jeans

Next time I'll have my shit together

They say you don't need to get high

To have a hell of a good time

But that ain't how Willie rolls

When they turned up the lights

I was flying like a kite

Even though I never took a toke

Everyone was blowing smoke

And I still got secondhand stoned

Yeah, I still got secondhand stoned

The air kept getting thicker and thicker

Til Willie pulled his finger off of trigger

At the end of the show

My box of green gold

Was waiting for him on the honeysuckle rose

My sacrifice to the red headed stranger

I know he's down for getting high

We'll have a hell of a good time

Willie won't let my stash go to waste

When they turned up the lights

I was flying like a kite

Even though I never took a toke

Everyone was blowing smoke

And I still got secondhand stoned

Yeah, I still got secondhand stoned

He's getting high off mine

And I really don't mind

Just sitting in the crowd getting loud

When they turned up the lights

I was flying like a kite

Even though I never took a toke

Everyone was blowing smoke

And I still got secondhand stoned

Yeah, I still got secondhand stoned