Those Poor Bastards

Those Poor Bastards - Tobacco's But An Indian Weed lyrics

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Tobacco’s but an Indian weed
Grows green at dawn cut down at eve
It shows our decay we are but clay
Think of this when you smoke tobacco

The pipe that is so lily white
Wherein so many take delight 
Gone with a touch man’s life is such
Think of this when you smoke tobacco

The pipe that is so foul within
Shows how the soul is stained with sin
It doth require the purging fire
Think of this when you smoke tobacco

The ashes that are left behind
Do serve to put us all in mind
That unto dust return we must
Think of this when you smoke tobacco

The smoke that does so high ascend
Shows that our life must have an end
The vapor’s gone man’s life is done
Think of this when you smoke tobacco
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Author: ?

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Publisher: Tribulation Recording Co

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Released in: 2021

Language: English

Appearing on: Old Time Suffering (2021)

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