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[Verse 1]
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  Well, when I got home from work last night   I headed straight for my stash, 'cause
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  I wanted some of my private blend which is   two parts grass to one part hash.
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Well,   when I got to my little secret hiding place and I checked out my little plastic bag.
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Well,   there wasn't a speck of that nice leaf left and I felt my whole spirit sag.

[Chorus]
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There's nothing but   twigs and seeds,   twigs and seeds
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and they sure don't deliver the punch that this ole head needs.

[Verse 2]
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  So I phoned up my old connection and I said "Look, Richard, this is an emergency, man, look, I
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just discovered that I am   fresh out of that herb that's so dear to me. You know what I mean man?"
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"Look, Jesse, I'd like to help you, man", said, "I'm in business to supply you with the weed, you know,
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but   the man just busted a whole huge shipment of mine and now everyone in town's smokin' Twigs and seeds".

[Chorus]
                    C                  G
There's nothing but   twigs and seeds,   twigs and seeds
         G            E7        A7              D7       G*      N.C.
and they sure don't deliver the punch that this ole head needs.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
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  So, you have morning glory seeds and nutmeg and LSD and model airplane glue
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and peyote buttons an' Methedrine, Benzedrine, Hexedrine;   someone said banana peels would do.
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Let us say the use of these various hallucinogrens was   somehow no longer a legal misdeed.
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Well, man, I still think there ought to be some sort of law about possession of nothin' but twigs and seeds.

[Chorus]
                    C                  G
There's nothing but   twigs and seeds,   twigs and seeds
         G            E7        A7              D7       G*      N.C.
and they sure don't deliver the punch that this ole head needs.

[End-Chorus]
                    C                  G
There's nothing but   twigs and seeds,   twigs and seeds
         G            E7        A7              D7       G*      G
and they sure don't deliver the punch that this ole head needs.