Half a mile from the county line

Half a mile and I’m feelin fine

In Humboldt, Humboldt

Spark it up and let it out

Breathe it in, what it’s all about

40 pounds in the back of my van

It’s all a part of the master plan

In Humboldt, Humboldt

When I cross that line I’ll be feelin fine in Humboldt

Chopper’s up in the sunny sky

Law enforcement is on my mind

I’d be glad to plant corn in the ground

But corn don’t go for $3000 a pound

In Humboldt, Humbold

Sweet mama walking through my field

Her feet are sticky with a bountiful yield

Don’t need no technology

Just the moon sun stars and sea

In Humboldt, Humboldt

When I cross that line I’ll be feeling fine in Humboldt

Cool my mind, I won’t do time in Humboldt

If I beat the DEA

Just ten stoney hours to my friend in L.A

Next stop is a jumbo jet

Fly me to the fields of Tibet

Bye bye Bush, I’m outta here

Tibet is my new frontier

I quit my job at the 7-11

Now I’m headed off to a stoney heaven

Humboldt, bye bye Humboldt

When I cross that line I’ll be feeling fine in Humboldt

Let the bonfire burn and the children learn in Humboldt

When the weed is high, I hope I die in Humboldt

Hope I die in Humboldt