I love you hippie gurls

With your Birkenstocks and dread lock curls

And your smoky scent of patchouli

You drive me crazy with your unshaved legs

This old cowboy’s not ashamed to beg

For your tender company

 

Lately while I make my rounds

Toss and turn at night on the cold hard ground

Dreaming of White Mountains pressed against a rising moon

When I think of you I get blue

I’m so old and you’re so new

Perhaps the best that I can do is sing this tune

 

Refrain:

Hippie Gurls, I love ya

Hippie gurls I want to hug ya….

Hippie gurls you rule my world

 

You remind me of my horse

Although he’s a better listener of course

But not by much, I will admit

You’ve got a smaller nose and whiter teeth

With fewer whiskers and only two feet

And you chomp a lot less on the bit

 

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Hippie gurls,

You sure beat all those dippy girls

With their high heeled airs and attitudes.

Those girls who need a man to hold their doors

And buy them stuff in fancy stores

Wearing thongs instead of proper drawers

Well, Those corporate dudes can have ‘em.

 

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Riding in the saddle all day in the rain

I’m too much of a man too complain

Besides I’ve got my fantasies…

Tattoos on your nubile bodies

Piercings, in places that I’d love to see

My partner Slim says you’re experts on sense-you-al-ah-tee

 

Refrain:

 

Hippie gurls please take me home

This ole hand no longer needs to roam

Out on the open range alone

Hope you don’t mind that I got no teeth

Or smell just like a saddle seat

As I recite my cowboy poems

 

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