Well the mountain lion stalks its prey for even yet another day
the forest it is damp with dew
unspoiled by the rich man's abuse
the rivers they run free and clear
the animals stay alive
man has to work with nature in order to survive
in
Mendocino homeland
where the grass is green in May
I must go to find my life but i'll be back someday
but now the rich man he comes in
killin and a'cuttin
he's not satisfied with nature
unless it's making money
be weary you that harm the land
for harm will come on you
it's not hard to understand and easier not to do
Mendocino Homeland…
yeah!
well i used to lie in the suumertime on the sweet green grass of
that mountain home of mine
wondered what would become of my life
wished I could stay in this paradise
from the rocky shores of ol' Fort Bragg
to the Spy Rock mountain marijuana plant
from the rugged north where the sequoia stiull stand
to the bloddy red wine of ol' Hopland
Mendocino Homeland…