|
Old Hippie
|
The Bellamy Brothers
|
|
G
|
He turned thirty-five last Sunday
|
C G
|
In his hair he found some gray
|
|
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle
|
C D
|
He likes it better the old way
|
C G
|
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
|
C G
|
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
|
D
|
He get's out there in the twilight zone
|
C G
|
sometimes when it just don't make no sense
|
|
He gets off on country music
|
cause disco left him cold
|
He's got young friends into new wave
|
buts he's just too damn old
|
And he dreams at night of Woodstock
|
and the day John Lennon died
|
how the music made him happy
|
and the silence made him cry
|
Yea he thinks of John sometimes
|
and he has to wonder why
|
|
== Chorus ==
|
|
C
|
He's an old hippie
|
G
|
and he don't know what to do
|
D
|
should hang on to the old
|
G
|
should he grab on to the new
|
C
|
he's an old hippie
|
G
|
his new life is just a bust
|
D
|
he ain't trying to change nobody
|
C D G
|
he just trying real hard to adjust
|
|
He was sure back in the sixties
|
that everyone was hip
|
Then they sent him off to Vietnam
|
on his senior trip
|
And they force him to become a man
|
while he was still a boy
|
and in each wave of tragedy
|
he waited for the joy
|
Now this world may change around him
|
but he just can't change nomore
|
|
== Chorus ==
|
|
Well he stays away a lot now
|
from the parties and the clubs
|
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
|
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
|
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
|
And pretty soon the species
|
will just up and fade away
|
Like the smoke from that torpedo
|
just up and fade away
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Old Hippie
|
| Bellamy Brothers |
