Note: this is a creative account of events, some might be based on some truth.

Another note: I have been obsessively listening to John Prine for a couple of weeks. He finally broke through here. Yes, you can sing this to a good number of his compositions. And you should.

Kate is a little bit different.
Her brain is wired inside out.
She thinks when you garden topless
it keeps peaches from drying out.
She proved it with a picture
and peaches freshly picked.
Kate’s 5 foot 2 and through and through
She knows those farmers’ tricks.

Chorus:
Little hippie farmer
standing by a pot plant
in the middle of her garden,
out behind the barn,
smiling at the camera
and the fresh fall sunshine
in a little black something,
just tryin’ to stay warm.

I sent her seeds though the mailbox.
I know it was a federal crime.
But she could grow anything, ya know,
Like she was back in the olden time.
So, along about the harvest
She sent me back a little pic.
It made me smile to see her smile,
By a plant of 6 foot 6.

Chorus

It was green with heavy blossoms
But it was skinny as a rail.
It promised good things would happen
If we could stay out of jail.
Then suddenly it was legal!
All our sins were washed away.
We’d grow our own and we’d stay stoned
From now until Judgement Day.

Chorus