Gene Vincent - HIGH ON LIFE (rec. 1970) lyrics

Green hickorywood will make your fireplace hot

You try to explain to a Berkeley cop

He choked with with my peats and shot me down for pot

I said, man I'm clean, I'm just about to blow my top

They finally took me in for possession of...

Love and my pocket knife

But I swear to God I was only high on life

High on livin', high on lovin'

High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin'

I have no suit lapel in which to hold my flower

I said Lord, that's okay man

It's just the lateness of the hour

Well I be clean when heaven lets if shower

They finally took me in for possession of...

Love and my pocket knife

But I swear to God I was only high on life

High on livin', high on lovin'

High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin'

High on livin', high on lovin'

High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin'

High on livin', high on lovin'

High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin'