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Bobby Bare

Red-Neck Hippie Romance

 

Red-Neck Hippie Romance

(album: Great American Saturday Night - 2020)


They say a Red-Neck and a Hippie should never get married
But we just laughed and done it anyway
For a while life was fine, is your life's so different from mine?
But now it seems we both just ain't got very much to say

'Cause I realize you'll never love Hank Williams
And I don't like the Rolling Stones a bit
And all my friends have short hair and smoke "Lucky's"
And all your friends have long hair and smoke "shit"

So go and roll yourself another reefer
And I'll go pour myself another beer
And please don't ask me why, we can't give it one more try
'Cause I'm too drunk to tell you, babe, and you're too stoned to hear

I like to dress up and look just like a rich man
And you like wearing jeans and looking poor
And I like dancing slow, where the Schlitz and memories flow
And I like to drink my coke and you like sniffing yours

But I keep pretending everything's Jim Dandy
And you keep pretending everything's far out
So just pack up your grass, and shake your hippie ass
Right back up north while I stay here down south

Woah, go and roll yourself another reefer
And I'll go pour myself another beer
And please don't ask me why, we can't give it one more try
'Cause I'm too drunk to tell you, girl, and you're too stoned to hear

Woah, roll yourself another one of them reefers
And I'll pour myself another one of them beers
And please don't ask me why, we can't give it one more try
'Cause I'm too drunk to tell you, girl, and you're too stoned to hear

Fatto

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