The Rebel Hippie
The Rebel Hippie
Free love go out and burn your bras
Let's head to Canada to avoid the draft
To hitch hike across that state line put in a bind
Shadows hung on the 70's décor onto so much more
Shelter lies dormant amidst it's beckoning plow
Shades of red feelings of cosmos filled inside my head
We traveled so far not to turn back now
Haunted by the audience of the times
There's Wavy Gravy doing nothing too shady
A tug at the heart should light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
Then there's Studio 54 with Andy Warhol's tomato soup cans
The rebel hippie knows & fully understands
The sign of the times a line drawn in the sand
Hendrix was the rage putting dudes in their purple haze
Onto Pink Floyd it's still Us & Them,
Mere creatures of habit trying to find a friend
Neil Young in his attire Old Man take a look at my life
Those bell bottom blues not to mention high healed hippie shoes
Let's learn from the poets as we are all really dust in the wind
Shades of black torn in it's unique diversion
Those were the days with you would wake up late in a daze !
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