It used to be that
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You could up and thumb a ride from Nashville to L.A.
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And everyone who stopped and picked you up
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Would get you high along the way
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And it used to be that
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You could fall in and out of love in an afternoon
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And then fall again that evening
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And not think that it was happening too soon
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[Chorus:]
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But it's hard to be a hippie anymore
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It hurts more now
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Waking up on the floor
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Oh, it's still free
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But it ain't easy like before
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It's hard to be a hippie anymore
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Fire it up boys
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It used to be just walking down the street
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Would make the people stop and stare
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Now all the cowboys and the preppies
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And the rednecks and the yuppies have long hair
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But I was always going places
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In my head and seeing things that blew my mind
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Now the only thing I'm trippin' on
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Are my own two feet, trying to keep up with the times
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Ah yeah, you know that's right
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[Chorus:]
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But it's hard to be a hippie anymore
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It hurts more now
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Waking up on the floor
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Oh, it's still free
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But it ain't easy like before
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It's hard to be a hippie anymore
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Lord, it's still free
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But it ain't easy like before
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It's hard to be a hippie anymore
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Hard To Be A Hippie
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Billy Currington |