Hippie Girl Unknown Hinson

I don't normally do this kinda mess, but I'm gonna give it a shawt

She was purty
She was hawt
Bell bottom jeans
And halter top
Hitchin' a ride by the road
Nothin' looked finer
She was studying philosophy
At the college down the road
And I said "Baby is that your major, or your minor?"
She said "You got any spare change?"
And I said "Hell no, get a job!
I sing country songs for a livin'
And I don't like that hippie mess - but I like the way you dress
What kinda payment for this ride are you givin'?"

Huh?
Hey little hippie girl
How 'bout some free love, baby?
I ain't takin' no drugs
But I'll sure take some'a hippie girls free love

That's right

She started talkin' about Plato, Socrates, and ol' Van Gogh
And how she loves wise mans that made her think
And she offered me some wine from a little leather pouch
I said "Hell no, party liquors all I drink."
She said "Do you want to turn on?"
I said "Turn on what? The radio? The wipers? Or the air conditioning?"
She said "Drive out into the woods, I've got some herb, and man, it's good."
And I could tell that she was propositionin'