He Got High (3:06)

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Marty Falle
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He Got High (3:06)
ISRC Code - QZPLR2480206
Single Release Date: August 1, 2024

Songwriter, Publishing & PRO: Words and Music by Marty Falle / Country Cool Music Nashville and ASCAP

“He Got High”
Words and Music by Marty Falle

He was passed out on my farm a - snorin’ like sawin logs
His nose was a red pickled beet, pitiful as a three-legged dog
He looked like death warmed over, I could smell that jug of Jim Beam
He was High, He was High, He was High

I woke him up with a duck call and he sprang up to his feet
One sandwich shy of a picnic and higher than a Redwood Tree
Then he put his mouth in motion ‘fore his brain kicked into gear
And he told me Why, He told me Why, He Told Me Why

He Got High…Lord…He Got High
I remember the moment he got dry
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
He Got High 4X

He said “I used to be as happy, as a hog wallowin’ in mud
Then I lost my job and the Repo Man took my pick-up truck
My wife and kids left me, without a reason why
So I got High

So I pulled out my old Bible and we started to pray
I said you’re drivin’ nails in your own coffin. You are digging your own grave.
I think he felt stoned for the first time in in his long miserable life
Lord I think that Bible made him high

He Got High…Lord…He Got High
I remember the moment he got dry
If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride
He Got High 4X