Lost my job fallin' in two thousand one
When the Yankees raised their softwood gun
Spread a little seed in the loggin slash
Out there with the fireweed, my BC stash.

Oh my BC bud grows tall and green
In a pretty cuttin' block by a bubblin' stream
Fifty thousand dollars just wavin' in the mud
Gonna double my pay with my BC bud.

gee, I could go on and make this into a saga.