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…
