Karma Farmer Songtext
von Jeremy Abbott

When I was a young one
Future in front of me
They All tried to warn me
Music′s a tough thing

Got to do it for the love
Won't make no money
Oh, my how the misjudge me

I Got a lack of respect
For them green dollar bills
Everything that I got
I earned all by myself
I got good friends to drink with
Laugh at my stupid jokes
I got a girl to smoke with
Don′t need much anything else


I play guitar on the weekends
I put on quite a show
The people that know they know I
Let that good karma grow

I'm that good karma farmer
Putting them good vibes down
Plant seeds in the minds of people
Because I love you so

Let's talk on what′s important
Let′s talk the afterlife
Cuz If it costs I can't afford it
Hope wings are sellil at half price
I love good time good friends
I Don′t forget wbhos got my back
It's all I ever needed in the end
I know what goes out comes right back