| It used to be that
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| You could up and thumb a ride from Nashville to L. A
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| And everyone who stopped and picked you up
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| Would get you high along the way
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| And it used to be that
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| You could fall in and out of love in an afternoon
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| And then fall again that evening
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| And not think that it was happening too soon
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| But it’s hard to be a hippie anymore
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| It hurts more now
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| Waking up on the floor
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| Oh, it’s still free
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| But it ain’t easy like before
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| It’s hard to be a hippie anymore
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| Fire it up boys
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| It used to be just walking down the street
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| Would make the people stop and stare
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| Now all the cowboys and the preppies
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| And the rednecks and the yuppies have long hair
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| But I was always going places
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| In my head and seeing things that blew my mind
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| Now the only thing I’m tripping on
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| Are my own two feet, trying to keep up with the times
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| Ah yeah, you know that’s right
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| But it’s hard to be a hippie anymore
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| It hurts more now
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| Waking up on the floor
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| Oh, it’s still free
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| But it ain’t easy like before
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| It’s hard to be a hippie anymore
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| Lord, it’s still free
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| But it ain’t easy like before
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| It’s hard to be a hippie anymore |