Sticky Icky - Theo Lawrence, The Hearts

I was gathering the crops across the fields

What happened to me baby, you won’t believe

I was picking up peaches, all ripe & good

In the middle of a row, Satan stood

He was hitting on a pipe of cherry wood

Told me «little sinner, I know you would «I took a little in, blew a little out

The demon’s chronic smoked me out

All you people you got to know

The devil’s harvest is sweet to grow

With the blossom your troubles go

Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro

Mama called the feds on me that day

They’ll never let me travel the U.S.A

I’m a work the land until I die

And harvest with my devil while getting' high

All you people you got to know

The devil’s harvest is sweet to grow

With the blossom your troubles go

Forget about your sticky icky icky icky hydro