Lyrics

In the Southwest of Ohio there's a place out in the sticks
Down the road from Indiana on old Route 126
A local beauty queen named Missy fell in love with a boy named Clyde
He played football for the High School and promised Missy she'd be his bride

Well Clyde knew a boy from the football team who met a dealer in Smoketown
Who told him there was money in selling dope around Churchill Downs
So Clyde found a patch of daddy's land all covered up in green
And got out his old aggie notes and learned to grow some G-13

Hey Missy I don't wanna be growin’ marijuana but I ain't gotta a better way get out of here
C'mon girl you know you wanna, get out of Okeana
We just gotta grow G-13 for a couple of years

When Clyde put on those overalls them 4H days he missed
Them big-ass farms owned all the corn but the G-13 was his
And the Butler County Fair didn't give Blue Ribbons for growin' weed
But if they did ol’ Clyde would win one for tending them hybrid seeds

Hey Missy I don't wanna be growin’ marijuana but I ain't gotta a better way get out of here
C'mon girl you know you wanna, get out of Okeana
We just gotta grow G-13 for a couple of years

Now Missy was workin’ overtime feedin’ fillys and mucking stalls
She wanted to wear her cowgal boots with pretty skirts not overalls
So come harvest time when ol’ Clyde was dryin' that powerful G-13
She was hopin' they'd make enough money to buy that ranch in Abilene

Hey Missy I don't wanna - be growin’ marijuana, but I ain't gotta a better way get out of here
C'mon girl you know you wanna, get out of Okeana
We just gotta grow G-13 for a couple of years

And those years'll go by like blinkin, I'm sick to death of thinkin'
Let's hit the bar and drink back one more beer
C'mon girl you know you wanna, get out of Okeana,
We just gotta grow G-13 for a couple of years