Jesus Was A Hippie Trace Adkins

He was sittin' at the bar down at Sloppy Joe's
In a dead head shirt, a little dust from the road
While the day came undone and that Key West sun
Just disappeared

Had that what's up man, 4:20 kinda charm
Little gray in his long hair, old ink on his arm
He looked strapped for cash and he didn't ask
But I bought him a beer

We talked about fishin', we talked about girls
I sat there and listened while he went around the world
With his thumb in the air and it stuck in my head
When he took a long sip, looked at me and said
"I don't need a big house, I don't need a fast car
Just a few good friends, cold beer in a bar"
He closеd his eyes and smiled kinda trippy
Said, "Hеy man, even Jesus was a hippie"

We kept poppin' them tops, stackin' them cans
He said some people make fun of what they don't understand
And I felt born-again with my soul washed clean
While the neon buzzed down on Duvall Street

And we talked about fishin', we talked about girls
I sat there and listened while he went around the world
With his thumb in the air and it stuck in my head
When he took a long sip, looked at me and said
"I don't need a big house, I don't need a fast car
Just a few good friends, cold beer in a bar"
He closed his eyes and smiled kinda trippy
Said, "Hey man, even Jesus was a hippie"