He said they call me hippy,

he said they call me hippie,
as he sat down next to me,
he said I don’t need much in life,
I just love being free,

he said my name is hippie,
I am from another time,
where people did things for purpose,
not just to chase another dime.

at first I sat there thinking, oh shit man here we go,
but after just a few minutes, our conversation began to flow,

he told me how he was born in this city, back before it grew so large,
then he moved out to the country, where over his own life he could be in charge,

I laughed and said, ain’t it funny, my story is the reverse.
I grew up in the mountains, but for some reason, that slow life I cursed.
I moved out here chasin' money, and a change from those slow ways.
now I wake up missing the mountains, each and every day.

he said my name is hippie,as he sat down at the bar,
he said you don’t need much in life,to get you very far,

he said my name is hippie,as he began to speak to me,
he said the best things in life,are meant to always be free,

our conversation stretched on for hours,covering everything and nothing at all,
we covered politics, religion,
pickin’ mushrooms in the spring, leaves changing in the fall.

he said I don’t trust big government and where this country is headed,
I raised up my glass of PBR and said man you just said it!

he said they call me hippie,
and I live the good life man,
he said I just wish that everybody,
could be as happy as I am,

he said they call me hippie,
as he sat down next to me,
he said I don’t need much in life,
I just love being free

he went on about a story about rebuilding a town in Alabama after the hurricane,
livin’ in a pop up camp town, like livin’ life out on the range,

we toasted to entrepreneurship, as he told me about the way,
he earned extra money bootleggin’ for the thirsty laborers at the end of long hard days,

a dry town with a 5 o’clock curfew required someone to take a dare.
and the only way to the highway without getting caught,
required a 4 wheel drive trek through the backwoods, a little luck, and a prayer.

he said they call me hippie,
as he sat down next to me,
he said I don’t need much in life,
I just love being free,

he said my name is hippie,
I am from another time,
where people did things for purpose,
not just to move things down the line.

after what seemed like just moments, but what took up most my day,
I turned and said to hippie, I gotta get on my way,

I said till next time hippie,
thanks for sitting down next to me,
I said so long there hippie,
thanks for reminding me what it means to be free.

I told the bartender one more for hippie,
I have to be getting on my way,
and as I rose up from my bar stool,
I thanked God for Sunday mornings, good conversation,
guys named hippie, and PBR at the Cowboy Cafe.