Something funny for a Friday…
I talk waaayyy too much at the beginning of this song so I won’t write a whole dissertation on this… LOL
Enjoy!
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Hippie Girls
Song #348 | 11/13/05 | CD: Live At Watering Pond
I love you hippie gurls
With your Birkenstocks and dread lock curls
And your smoky scent of patchouli
You drive me crazy with your unshaved legs
This old cowboy’s not ashamed to beg
For your tender company
Lately while I make my rounds
Toss and turn at night on the cold hard ground
Dreaming of White Mountains pressed against a rising moon
When I think of you I get blue
I’m so old and you’re so new
Perhaps the best that I can do is sing this tune
Refrain:
Hippie Gurls, I love ya
Hippie gurls I want to hug ya….
Hippie gurls you rule my world
You remind me of my horse
Although he’s a better listener of course
But not by much, I will admit
You’ve got a smaller nose and whiter teeth
With fewer whiskers and only two feet
And you chomp a lot less on the bit
Refrain:
Hippie gurls,
You sure beat all those dippy girls
With their high heeled airs and attitudes.
Those girls who need a man to hold their doors
And buy them stuff in fancy stores
Wearing thongs instead of proper drawers
Well, Those corporate dudes can have ‘em.
Refrain:
Riding in the saddle all day in the rain
I’m too much of a man too complain
Besides I’ve got my fantasies…
Tattoos on your nubile bodies
Piercings, in places that I’d love to see
My partner Slim says you’re experts on sense-you-al-ah-tee
Hippie gurls please take me home
This ole hand no longer needs to roam
Out on the open range alone
Hope you don’t mind that I got no teeth
Or smell just like a saddle seat
As I recite my cowboy poems
Refrain:
(optional verse)
Hippie gurls
You rule my universe
And when I’m feeling bad you help me feel less worse
And when they take me
Out of here in a hearse
They’ll carve on my stone these final words:
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