Doobie In My Pocket

I just remembered.. C F There's a doobie in my pocket C In my shirt F In my suitcase C F G As I'm standing in line to check into my flight C F C F And I'm trying to decide if I should get out of line C F But the line is really long G (break) And I start thinking about this song C F And about the hippie at the festival C F That gave me the doobie C F That is in my pocket in my shirt G (break) That's in my suitcase C F That I'm planning on checking C F To my final destination C F Which is another festival G (break) With hippies and more doobies So I.. C F Don't really need C F The one that is in the pocket C F Of my shirt in my suitcase G (break) And I wonder if they'll find it C F And I wonder what they'll do C F Depending on their mood C F They could put it in their pocket G (break) Of their TSA shirt C F Or maybe they're disgruntled C F And just spark it where they stand (cough. chough... chough) C F G (break) Or maybe they will give it to their friend Steve the Cop C F Who will put it in his pocket C F And give it to the Rasta C F Who works at the Starbucks G(break) At gate 39 C F C F In hoping of continuning of receiving C F G (break) His free triple tall americana shots on top C F That he desperately needs C F The extra caffene C F G (break) So that he can walk his miles and miles of luggage C F With his female German Shepard C F That he named Eva Braun C F For the David Langley song G (break) Or at least the song that Langley does C F I'm not really sure C F If David Langley wrote it C F But one thing's is true G (break) Steve the Cop he likes it C F C F Or maybe he will simply throw the doobie in the trash C F To avoid all the paperwork G (break) Complete pain in the ass C F C And this is what is going through my brain F C As I exit the plane F And walk to baggage claim G (break) And pray for a key change D G But the suitcase never came D G And i start to go insane D G A As I pace around with visions of Guantanamo Bay D G No need to drool, man D G Everything is cool D (break) G (break) A (break) They found my suitcase on the way to Istanbul D G And they got it just in time D G Put it on the next flight D G Everything's ok A I should be seeing it the next day D G But once again it never came D G And once again I go insane D G Because it's time to go A And like an hour to the show D G Without any traffic D G That I did not leave in time for D G Now I've got road rage A 'Cus it's my turn on the stage D G And I cannot deny D G The sharp pain behind my eye D (break) G (break) And I have to stop and smile A A7 Because I suddenly realize... D G That I'm wearing the shirt D G With the doobie in my pocket D G I was never in my suitcase A G D I was wearing it the whole time