From the recording Out of Print
Baby Boomer Bum (on banjo in G tuning)
On the highway, in my hybrid, I was saving gas and going slow.
Some bikers roared passed me and I said, “What do those kids know?”
Hell’s Angels chains and leather. They looked hard as nails.
Till I saw their smiles and pot bellies and gray ponytails.
Now I want to be a Baby Boomer Bum,
Travel ‘round the country, quit my job and have some fun,
Sell the house, get a Harley, a laptop and some rum.
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I want to be a Baby Boomer Bum.
We’ll get a camping tent for two, find a warm and sandy beach.
But we’ll need a 9-inch air mattress and keep our glasses within reach.
Maybe I’ll move to a college town where I can teach a class.
I’ll throw out all their textbooks, get them talking and smoking
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Words and music by David B. Hakan,
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