Old Hippie

He turned thirty-five last Sunday in his hair he found some gray

But he still ain’t changed his lifestyle he likes it better the old way

So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence

He’s consuming what he’s growing now-a days in self defense

He gets out there in the twilight zone

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 in a new wave but 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

Yeah he thinks of John sometimes and he has to wonder why

He’s an old hippie and he don’t know what to do

Should he hang on to the old should he grab on to the new

He’s an old hippie his new life is just a bust

He ain’t trying to change nobody 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 forced him to become a man while he was still a boy

And behind each wave of tragedy he waited for the joy

Now this world may change around him but he just can’t change no more

Well he stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs

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

He’s an old hippie and he don’t know what to do

Should he hang on to the old should he grab on to the new

He’s an old hippie his new life is just a bust

He ain’t trying to change nobody he just trying real hard to adjust