Joshua Panda - Lemonhead Wine lyrics

Sittin' in this jail cell, Tryin' to meditate, Hopin' that I will digest, The child that I just ate. My cell mate makes alcohol Out of lemonheads, I think I nearly broke my back, On this concrete bed. In Rapid City, South Dakota, In a jail cell, That's where I am. Lord if you love me, One iota, You'll send this boy Back to Bellingham. Thirteen pounds of gra**, Hidden in the car. Two more pounds of gra**, Stuffed in my guitar. Blue lights in the mirror, My heart jumped to my throat, Drug dogs start to barking, And that was all she wrote. In Rapid City, South Dakota, In a jail cell, That's where I am. Lord if you love me, One iota, You'll send this boy Back to Bellingham. So I got me an attorney, Says he'll work it out. Get me off with probation, But I've got my doubts. And if it all goes wrong, And I end up doin' time, I'll blow through a year or two With lemonhead wine. In Rapid City, South Dakota, In a jail cell, That's where I am. Lord if you love me, One iota, You'll send this boy Back to Bellingham.