Honky-Tonk Hippies Songtext
I was born on Southern ground
Moved to Nashville, Tennessee
Neon lights and broken hearts
Gave me all my melodies
One night I met the record man
Said, "I like your band and I like your sound"
One thing he don't understand
Buying in, ain't selling out
Yeah, but he found out
Moved to Nashville, Tennessee
Neon lights and broken hearts
Gave me all my melodies
One night I met the record man
Said, "I like your band and I like your sound"
One thing he don't understand
Buying in, ain't selling out
Yeah, but he found out
I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun
I wear my t-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front
And no matter what you've heard, there's just two words that explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy
Cut some tunes under a neon cross
Saddled up and hit the road
Turns out getting found was getting lost
In a '98 when [?]
People started showing up
'Sold out' up on the marquee
Bowing down and lighting up
Man, it's still a mystery, what you see in me
'Cause I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun
I wear my t-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front
And no matter what you've heard, there's just two words that explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy
Got 'em big old bus and records on the wall
If it ever fade away
One thing I can promise y'all
Is one thing that will never change
'Till my dying day
'Till my dying day
'Till my dying day
I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun
I wear my t-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front
And no matter what you've heard, there's just two words that explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
Yeah, I'm a honky-tonk hippy, hippy, hippy
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
I wear my t-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front
And no matter what you've heard, there's just two words that explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy
Cut some tunes under a neon cross
Saddled up and hit the road
Turns out getting found was getting lost
In a '98 when [?]
People started showing up
'Sold out' up on the marquee
Bowing down and lighting up
Man, it's still a mystery, what you see in me
'Cause I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun
I wear my t-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front
And no matter what you've heard, there's just two words that explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy
Got 'em big old bus and records on the wall
If it ever fade away
One thing I can promise y'all
Is one thing that will never change
'Till my dying day
'Till my dying day
'Till my dying day
I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun
I wear my t-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front
And no matter what you've heard, there's just two words that explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
Yeah, I'm a honky-tonk hippy, hippy, hippy
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
