| Well my baby moved on up the road to Boulder
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| And livin' there is makin' her so odd
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| She gave away her rockabilly records
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| and bought a new cd by Big Head Todd
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| We used to ride my '57 Chevy
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| But now she says that cruisin' leaves her bored
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| She’s livin' in a psychedelic school bus
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| And drivin' round the country with the H.O.R.D.E.
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| We used to have it good in Commerce City
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| Livin' in a cozy little shack
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| Her lipstick and her beeheive looked so pretty
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| I wish that I could get my baby back
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| She used to fix me great big greasy burgers
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| But now she says that meat is on the outs
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| She found herself a hippie for a boyfriend
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| Who fixed her up some tofu and some sprouts
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| She gave away those high heels that I bought her
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| And got a pair of Doctor Martin boots
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| And the things that those Boulderites they taught her
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| She’s smokin' pot and hash and snortin' toots
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| Her pretty ponytail’s turned into dreadlocks
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| I don’t know where she left her fishnet hose
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| But they wouldn’t look too good with her Birkenstocks
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| Or the rings in her eyelids and her nose
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| Well my baby moved on up the road to Boulder
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| And livin' there is makin' her so odd
|
| She gave away her rockabilly records
|
| and bought a new cd by Big Head Todd
|
| We used to ride my '57 Chevy
|
| But now she says that cruisin' leaves her bored
|
| She’s livin' in a psychedelic school bus
|
| And drivin' round the country with the H.O.R.D.E.
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| She’s livin' in a psychedelic school bus
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| And drivin' round the country with the H.O.R.D.E. |