Long Haired Tattooed Hippie Freaks Eleven Hundred Springs
Words and music by Matt Hillyer
Verse:
[D]This happens every time we step on stage,
[D]They look at us like we have lost our minds,[A]
[D]Then we go and break into that San Antonio Ro[G]se,
[D]And they can't believe they're havin a goo[A]d time,[D]
Verse:
[D]Every time we hit a truck stop on the road,
[D]They say you boys you must be in a band,[A]
What kind of music d[D]o you play and we say country,[G]
And the[D]re's that look like they don'[A]t understand,[D]
Chorus:
They call us long haired, tattooed, hippie freaks,
You kno[G]w they ain't all wrong,
You'd thin[D]k they never saw a bad outlaw,
[E]Singin a country song,[A]
[D]But if they'd close their eyes and open their ears,
[G]And let the music speak,
[D]They'd hear good old country music,
[D]Not just long hai[A]red, tattooed freaks[D]
Verse:
[D]So it's been some time since I cut this long-assed hair,
[D]And my ragged looks don't fit in with this place,[A]
[D]Tattoo parlors, ain't we all spent time in there,[G]
We've got[D] the scars that time just can'[A]t erase,[D]
Verse:
[D]But does anyone remember Johnny Paycheck,
[D]Or Willie, Waylon, or the late and great Doug Sahm,[A]
[D]Yeah, all them clean cut boys they got in Nashville,[G]
Don't know[D] a damn thing about where we're com[A]in from.[D]
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Tag:
I'm still the only hell my mama ever raised
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