| G | |
| He turned thirty-five last Sunday |
| C | G | |
| In his hair he found some | gray |
| But he still ain't changed his lifestyle |
| C | D | |
| He likes it better the old | way |
| C | G | |
| So he | grows a little garden in the bac | k yard by the fence |
| C | G | |
| He's cons | uming what he's growing nowa | days in self defense |
| D | |
| He get's | out there in the twilight zone |
| C | G | |
| somet | imes when it just don't make no | sense |
| He gets off on country music |
| cause disco left him cold |
| He's got young friends into new wave |
| buts he's just too damn old |
| And he dreams at night of Woodstock |
| and the day John Lennon died |
| how the music made him happy |
| and the silence made him cry |
| Yea he thinks of John sometimes |
| and he has to wonder why |
| == Chorus == |
| C | |
| He's an | old hippie |
| G | |
| and he d | on't know what to do |
| D | |
| should h | ang on to the old |
| G | |
| should he g | rab on to the new |
| C | |
| he's an o | ld hippie |
| G | |
| his new l | ife is just a bust |
| D | |
| he ain't | trying to change nobody |
| C | D | G | |
| he just | trying real | hard to ad | just |
| He was sure back in the sixties |
| that everyone was hip |
| Then they sent him off to Vietnam |
| on his senior trip |
| And they force him to become a man |
| while he was still a boy |
| and in each wave of tragedy |
| he waited for the joy |
| Now this world may change around him |
| but he just can't change nomore |
| == Chorus == |
| Well he stays away a lot now |
| from the parties and the clubs |
| And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round |
| Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs |
| Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday |
| And pretty soon the species |
| will just up and fade away |
| Like the smoke from that torpedo |
| just up and fade away |
| >>This song sounds best when you alternate between |
| G and D for the bass on the G-chord; The C and middle |
| E on the C-Chord; and D and A on the D-chord. Play it |
| with "boom chuka" rhythm. |
| ~Marvin Potts |