Humboldt County

Take me back to the good old days
Take me home, to the old school ways
Waves of blue. Crops of Green.
Mountains of stone. Ancient trees.
This is where I leave my heart, Body, soul
All of it rests, in the paradise known as Humboldt
Where the rivers run clear and the Weed reaches the skies
Where the fog always settles on the ultimate prize
And the ultimate prize is what you make it
Some can’t see, but I can always take it
No other region is cast in steel
No other place has that hippie, stoner, Spiritual feel
Indians of old
White man coveting gold
Here in Humboldt
Is where my dreams live young
And my body dies old
While my fortune may run thin
And my greenbacks may fold
My life and dreams are held dear till the day my soul grows old
Light up my joint, my spliff, my bong
They always help me to sing this song
When I sing this song, the Sequoias prove the masses wrong
When they say that Humboldt is all but perfection, oh those ignorant sow
No one but me will live here with my soul in tact
Till Apocalypse now.
And even in death, my body returned
To the earthen nature of the old ways, Burned
In immortal sequoia my spirit lives on
Humboldt you’re my home…
Near and long.