Is this not to die for, a little blurry, but
you get the idea...the hippie house...
We had our first 'pads' back in the 60's,
a place to call home, to raise a few plants(hmmmm),
to worry if your draft number was up...
we wondered about our futures with the war
in Vietnam and questioned our love
of the red, white and blue...
We partied hard and played harder,
did you have a hippie van...we did.
This soooo reminds me of Iowa City(university) in the 60's,
it was the best place to go partying, dancin' to reggae
or the Doors and Janis...
buying great hippie clothes at Things and Things...
and all the head shops!!!
(right Cathie Conz...)
Admit it, you had moccasins too, huh...
Those were crazy days for us in our 60's...
I still cry at the mention of Vietnam
and the senseless tragedies...m-m-my generation...
'The Who'
People try to put us d-down (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Just because we g-g-get around (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
Things they do look awful c-c-cold (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
I hope I die before I get old (Talkin' 'bout my generation)
But my hippie, gypsy, free-spirited soul
will never forget growing up in the 60's...
PEACE DUDE!!!
I still have my raggedy ol' red, white and blue...
and the memories...
(I never inhaled)
