Key: G minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
where all the western skies are blue
Bb
Gm
He tried to grow a crop of plants
Bb
Gm
to sell to me and you
Bb
Gm
and their guns were filled with lead.
Eb
D
They had to have a scapegoat.
They labeled him Potter.
The legislature knew he was
Cm
Gm
a menace to the land
Bb
Gm
His hemp was such an evil plant
Bb
Gm
they had to have it banned
Bb
Gm
they stumbled off to bed
D
Gm
when looking for pothead
Bb
Gm
Ah, pothead, pothead,
Gm
Cm
Parted, Parted,
Gm
Eb
Parted, Par ted
D
Gm
Who's gonna sing your song?
He always did his best
C#m
G#m
to try to grow a tasty crop
B
G#m
He had a hundred rifle
B
G#m
cause he didn't trust the cops
B
G#m
they loved the grateful dead
E
D#
But somehow there was gunfire,
B
G#m
Oh, pothead, pothead,
B
G#m
C#m
where you been so long?
E
D#
G#m
who's gonna sing your song?
Now it's hard to hate a farmer
Dm
Am
when he's trying to make a buck
C
Am
But if he grows a certain plant
C
Am
he'll find he's out of luck
C
Am
and some will want him dead
E
Am
C
Am
once wore a pot upon his head
been this evening?
Am
Dm
Am
E#
Who's gonna
E
Am
sing your lullaby?
E#
E
Am
E#
Who's gonna sing your lullaby?
On air
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsGm Cm Bb Eb D...
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