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 closed his eyes and smiled kinda trippy
Said, "Hey 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"
Guess he kinda was
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Yeah, we were livin' in the moment, every worry was small
We lost track of that High Life clock on the wall
Yeah, 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"
Even Jesus was a hippie