Love this song. Some dead head in key west on a boat ride turned me on to him, he was playing some bar in key west the night I proposed to my gf and the head lmk about the show
There's a doobie in my pocket In my shirt In my suitcase As I'm standing in line to check into my flight And I'm trying to decide if I should get out of line But the line is really long And I start thinking about this song And about the hippie at the festival That gave me the doobie That is in my pocket in my shirt That's in my suitcase That I'm planning on checking To my final destination Which is another festival With hippies and more doobies So I, Don't really need The one that is in the pocket Of my shirt in my suitcase And I wonder if they'll find it And I wonder what they'll do Depending on their mood They could put it in their pocket Of their TSA shirt Or maybe they're disgruntled And just spark it where they stand (cough. chough... chough) Or maybe they will give it to their friend Steve the Cop Who will put it in his pocket And give it to the Rasta Who works at the Starbucks At gate 39 In hoping of continuning of receiving His free triple tall americana shots on top That he desperately needs The extra caffene So that he can walk his miles and miles of luggage With his female German Shepard That he named Eva Braun For the David Langley song Or at least the song that Langley does I'm not really sure If David Langley wrote it But one thing's is true Steve the Cop he likes it Or maybe he will simply throw the doobie in the trash To avoid all the paperwork Complete pain in the ass And this is what is going through my brain As I exit the plane And walk to baggage claim And pray for a key change But the suitcase never came And i start to go insane As I pace around with visions of Guantanamo Bay No need to drool, man Everything is cool They found my suitcase on the way to Istanbul And they got it just in time Put it on the next flight Everything's ok I should be seeing it the next day But once again it never came And once again I go insane Because it's time to go And like an hour to the show Without any traffic That I did not leave in time for Now I've got road rage 'Cus it's my turn on the stage And I cannot deny The sharp pain behind my eye And I have to stop and smile Because I suddenly realize... That I'm wearing the shirt With the doobie in my pocket I was never in my suitcase I was wearing it the whole time Source: Musixmatch
I love Keller!!! I'm so sad I can't find half the songs I listened to in college tho... best one was crazy train.. better than the original 😍❤
That has to be a true story
Helll yeas
Love this song. Some dead head in key west on a boat ride turned me on to him, he was playing some bar in key west the night I proposed to my gf and the head lmk about the show
There's a doobie in my pocket
In my shirt
In my suitcase
As I'm standing in line to check into my flight
And I'm trying to decide if I should get out of line
But the line is really long
And I start thinking about this song
And about the hippie at the festival
That gave me the doobie
That is in my pocket in my shirt
That's in my suitcase
That I'm planning on checking
To my final destination
Which is another festival
With hippies and more doobies
So I,
Don't really need
The one that is in the pocket
Of my shirt in my suitcase
And I wonder if they'll find it
And I wonder what they'll do
Depending on their mood
They could put it in their pocket
Of their TSA shirt
Or maybe they're disgruntled
And just spark it where they stand (cough. chough... chough)
Or maybe they will give it to their friend Steve the Cop
Who will put it in his pocket
And give it to the Rasta
Who works at the Starbucks
At gate 39
In hoping of continuning of receiving
His free triple tall americana shots on top
That he desperately needs
The extra caffene
So that he can walk his miles and miles of luggage
With his female German Shepard
That he named Eva Braun
For the David Langley song
Or at least the song that Langley does
I'm not really sure
If David Langley wrote it
But one thing's is true
Steve the Cop he likes it
Or maybe he will simply throw the doobie in the trash
To avoid all the paperwork
Complete pain in the ass
And this is what is going through my brain
As I exit the plane
And walk to baggage claim
And pray for a key change
But the suitcase never came
And i start to go insane
As I pace around with visions of Guantanamo Bay
No need to drool, man
Everything is cool
They found my suitcase on the way to Istanbul
And they got it just in time
Put it on the next flight
Everything's ok
I should be seeing it the next day
But once again it never came
And once again I go insane
Because it's time to go
And like an hour to the show
Without any traffic
That I did not leave in time for
Now I've got road rage
'Cus it's my turn on the stage
And I cannot deny
The sharp pain behind my eye
And I have to stop and smile
Because I suddenly realize...
That I'm wearing the shirt
With the doobie in my pocket
I was never in my suitcase
I was wearing it the whole time
Source: Musixmatch
David Lindley
Cool