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(duet with Willie Nelson) |
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It used to be that |
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You could up and thumb a ride from Nashville to L.A. |
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And everyone who stopped and picked you up |
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Would get you high along the way |
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And it used to be that |
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You could fall in and out of love in an afternoon |
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And then fall again that evening |
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And not think that it was happening too soon |
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[Chorus:] |
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But it's hard to be a hippie anymore |
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It hurts more now |
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Waking up on the floor |
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Oh, it's still free |
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But it ain't easy like before |
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It's hard to be a hippie anymore |
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Fire it up boys |
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It used to be just walking down the street |
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Would make the people stop and stare |
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Now all the cowboys and the preppies |
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And the rednecks and the yuppies have long hair |
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But I was always going places |
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In my head and seeing things that blew my mind |
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Now the only thing I'm trippin' on |
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Are my own two feet, trying to keep up with the times |
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Ah yeah, you know that's right |
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[Chorus:] |
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But it's hard to be a hippie anymore |
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It hurts more now |
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Waking up on the floor |
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Oh, it's still free |
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But it ain't easy like before |
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It's hard to be a hippie anymore |
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Lord, it's still free |
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But it ain't easy like before |
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It's hard to be a hippie anymore |
