Well, up in small-town New England There just ain't much for one to do 'Cept for stare out into the deep woods Pack a fat one, smoke it through Well, I was born out in Pawtucket Moved to Warwick when I was young Well, my old man and my mama They broke it off 'fore my life begun Daddy moved out to ol' CT Just a ways East from the big river Found a new wife, settled down there Where he raised me and my sister Well, up in small-town New England There just ain't much for one to do 'Cept for stare out into the deep woods Pack a fat one, smoke it through I was eighteen and I was tired The folks around me, they never changed So, I moved out to Music City Thinkin' one day I'd play a stage Now I've been here for a few years But to this day, I still miss All the good times smokin' pot out By the creek side with my friends Well, up in small-town New England There just ain't much for one to do 'Cept for stare out into the deep woods Pack a fat one, smoke it through