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I was walking in the park, a block away from home;
When I ran up on some cops, who were mounted on their roans.
They said I smelled like weed and I could be aresseted;
So I should give up what I had, before their times invested.

I went into my act and denied that I was holding;
But they wouldn't buy it and jail time was unfolding.
So I reached down in my pocket and grabbed my bag of grass;
As they were reaching for it they said, I barely saved my ass.

I went back to my house, that was just a block away;
I told the people I was living with, I just might leave today.
I was pacing like a cat, so I went out for a walk;
I was looking for a place to hide; I didn't want to talk.

I was walking in the bushes, where the squirrels jump and hop;
When I came up on some horses, which the riders were the cops.
They were nowhere to be found, these badges of the force;
But I knew what they had done; they smoked my weed of course.

Hoory for city living and its moralistic fiber;
Hoory for law and order and the horse back mounted rider.
Bless the Golden Gate and the park that bares its name;
And heaven help the lawless man, that carries not his blame

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