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I was walkin' down the road carryin' everything I own and my long hair was blowin' in the breeze.

I didn't have a care, just my thumb up in the air, sayin', "Take me to Muscogee if you please."

Once them Okies taste this weed, they'll buy a hundred pounds of seed, and long hair'll be the biggest thing around.

I stopped and grabbed my 'fit; shook up some d's and did a bit, and then a big old diesel ran me down.

I sat up in alarm with my spike still in my arm and the biggest rush that ever fried my head.

I looked down from the sky and saw that diesel racin' by and realized right then that I was dead.

When I realized my fate, I looked up and saw a gate that shined as bright as Acapulco gold.

Some old dudes were standin' there and, like me, they had long hair, but cobwebs in their clothes they were so old.

They asked me for my name, then shook their heads in shame, when from my pouch I pinched a snort of coke.

I rolled some red from Panama and stuck a joint in each old jaw and told them all to take a little toke.

When they were laughin' fit to croak from all that marijuana smoke, I unlatched the gate and let myself inside.

Then I took a look in a great big golden book at a list of all the people that have died.

I heard hallelujah cries and through dilated eyes I saw streets of gold and mansions on the hills.

I took my guitar from my back and gave the strings a whack and popped about a half a dozen pills.

Wired was the word for the sounds them people heard and as I played they began to form a crowd.

I knew they had a need so I passed around some weed and all that smoke began to form a cloud.

I drank some sacred wine and was really feelin' fine. I smoked some dust from off an angels wing.

Soon everyone in town was dancin' all around and you should have heard that band of angels sing.

I also could have sworn I hear Gabriel blow his horn, but the jazz he blew was really outa sight.

The only people on their knees were down there doin' d's an' sayin', "Hey man, you know, that's all right."

Then I heard the voice of God, on whose land I trod, loud and clear say, "You there, come with me!"

So I popped some more white pills as I strutted up the hill "n" said, "Yeah man, you're the one I came to see."

Soon I sat beside the throne, just me "n" Him alone. I looked up at Him and He looked down at me.

I was a bit intimidated 'cause He looked infuriated and said He'd like to have a chat with me.

I offered Him a smoke and He took a little toke. Then He asked me, "How'd you get in here?"

I explained my plan from the ground to His right hand; then cooked a batch that set Him on His ear.

He said, "I thought I was high, way up here in the sky, 'til I tried the scag you brought along."

He said I was all right and me and Him were tight. We dropped some reds and then we sang a song.

Now God's a heavy guy, all stoned up in the sky and heaven is the greatest place to be.

But I'm back here on the ground spreadin' good cheer all around, so if you want to be happy you just come to me.