Tribute song to Mort:

"It's 4:20 Somewhere" - Words and Music By Dick Ourada

Another Friday evening and he's headed on the inbound Metra train
As I sit there at the station, something just doesn't feel the same
And as the door slid open there was nothing but a sad conductor's stare
Then it hit me like diesel, that it must be 4:20 somewhere.

In a sudden change in scheduling, the bus came by and picked him up too soon
But I'll see you in the basement or on the dark side of the moon
He used to sketch the city, but now he just paints the sunset's glare
And in the western skies, it must be 4:20 somewhere.

It's 4:20 somewhere a friend said to me
from Bemis south by the interstate through Tennessee
I'm tellin' Ya Dude how its gonna be.

On an afternoon in August it was sunny with a chance of pork and beans
And the smoke from Phill's barbeque really isn't at all what it seems
He used to play the washboard, but now he just hits the snare
By looking at my watch, it must be 4:20 somewhere.

On a windy day in Oregon, somewhere just off the coast
There's a cosmic ship sailing in pirated by a ghost
And when I travel north, I know he'll be standing there
Coz' way up in heaven it's always 4:20 somewhere.