From the recording Stone and Steel
Lyrics
Where The Hippies Go (capo on 5th fret in C) C harp
G C G
I was looking around for colleges with educational reform.
Em C D
I visited Sarasota, where the beaches were so warm.
Em C G C
Clean-cut kid, straight-A student. The cabbie shook his head, “Oh! No,
D C G
Son, that’s where all the hippies go.
There was cannabis on the balconies, discussions late at night.
“Nietzsche is pietzsche” on the bathroom wall. & it was spelled just right.
Philosophy and poetry, skinny dipping when the moon was low,
cause that’s where all the hippies go.
January without jackets even in a sudden squall.
Kierkegaard, Thoreau, George, Ringo, John and Paul.
Avant-garde uncensored, we savored life real slow,
cause that’s where all the hippies go.
harp solo
Our tie-dye we made in buckets, rubber gloves and rubber bands.
The Whole Earth Flag was our roadmap. We marched for peace in Viet Nam.
Consecrated nonconformists. We looked the same from head to sandaled toe,
Cause that’s where all the hippies go.
Crossing Georgia was our big problem, where the Confederate Flag still flew.
Our mural-painted van, would be stopped and searched we knew.
When cops saw Gandalf fighting the Balrog, they’d wave us on real slow,
Cause that’s where all the hippies go.
Now my gray hair is in a ponytail. My Harley’s parked outside.
Organic food is in my garden, and another crop besides.
Who needs assisted living, when our commune has hedge fund dough.
Cause that’s where all the hippies go.
Words and music by David B. Hakan
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