Colorado Soil Lyrics

Robby was a working man

And he made his livin off of callused hands

His weekly income got him by

Up until he put too much effort in

And his working days come to an end

He had to find another way to survive

And that government check wasn't nearly enough

For him to pay the bills he had racked up

And he wasn't the kind to plead for help

Then one day he came across some seeds

That his cuz had found in his tumbleweeds

He told him those were all he was gonna need

So Robby's headed west, and he's gonna do his best

And the buds grew high in the Colorado soil

And robbys pockets were spilling green

He was living out, the American dream

He was finally on his own two feet

When Robby thought he had it made

He took a trip across the interstate

Bound toward Nevada to gamble away

He was riding on them Vegas nights

But he could never seem to find a light

So he's heading back to Colorado

But when he got back they had cleared the lot

Four acres empty of Robby's finest pot

There was nothing left in the Colorado soil

And Robby's pockets were as dry as could be

So he's heading back, to Cherokee County

To take his crash course in Methamphetamines