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Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard – It’s All Going to Pot

It's All Going to Pot - song and lyrics by Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard | Spotify

Introduction:

“It’s All Going to Pot” is a humorous and lighthearted duet by country music legends Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard, released in 2015 as the lead single from their collaborative album, Django & Jimmie. The song, written by Buddy Cannon, Larry Shell, and Jamey Johnson, playfully explores the topic of marijuana legalization and the changing attitudes towards cannabis culture.   

The song’s lyrics are filled with witty observations and humorous anecdotes about the potential benefits of marijuana, delivered with a sense of irony and nostalgia. Nelson and Haggard’s distinctive voices and signature styles complement each other perfectly, creating a dynamic and entertaining performance. The song’s catchy melody and easygoing rhythm make it a fun and enjoyable listen.

“It’s All Going to Pot” was released on April 20, 2015, a date significant in cannabis culture, and quickly became a popular hit. The song’s music video, featuring Nelson and Haggard recording the song in the studio, further added to its popularity.   

Beyond its humorous tone, the song also reflects the evolving attitudes towards marijuana legalization in the United States and highlights the enduring appeal of country music as a vehicle for social commentary and cultural expression.

Video:

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THOUSANDS OF STAGES, COUNTLESS APPLAUSE — YET ONLY ONE STAR EVER HEARD HIS HEART UNFILTERED. Night after night, Merle Haggard carried his songs beneath blazing spotlights, but when the noise faded, he searched the sky in silence. Between success and sorrow, he whispered questions only the darkness could hold. Then, on a quiet night when the world felt far away, a truth settled in his soul: every lyric he had ever written was reaching toward the same small star he had believed in since he was a boy. “Twinkle, Twinkle Lucky Star” was never just another song. It was a confession in melody — a weary man asking life for one gentle favor: a touch of luck in love, a moment of calm for a restless heart. And in that fragile plea, listeners finally heard it — not a legend at ease, but a human being still searching for light when the night felt endless.

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