Seems like an appropriate song for 4/20.
God bless the grass that grows thru the crack.
They roll the concrete over it to try and keep it back.
The concrete gets tired of what it has to do,
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows thru,
And God bless the grass.
Sometimes music is just timeless. The Byrds, with their interesting mix of electric-folk-rock and strident melodies are a great way to kick start a Monday morning.
"He's a drug store truck drivin' man
He's the head of the Ku Klux Klan
When summer rolls around
He'll be lucky if he's not in town"
"Well, he's got him a house on the hill
He plays country records till you've had your fill
He's a fireman's friend he's an all night DJ
But he sure does think different from the records he plays"
I haven't heard this Peter, Paul and Mary song in decades, and it reminded me of my childhood. So I thought I would share it.