Lyrics
HIPPIE HEARTS
I gave her the horse and stable
And a big ol’ diamond ring
Laid my cards out on the table
She said Mister come on in
I got some good ol’ lovin’
And this bun in the oven
If three ain’t a crowd
I guess you can stick around
Like a stick in the mud
Feet through the fire
Stain on a carpet
Bird on a wire
Boots on the ground
The world on my shoulders
We can hang out on clouds
No one’s around
Under our own world of stars
Stone cold hippie hearts
She says her love’s forever
Forever’s oh so long
She’s a curious endeavor
And she makes for a rock n’ roll song
She’s got this old guitar
And it’s a fast machine
Well it’s been thirteen years
Since she kept that engine clean
Like a stick in the mud
Feet through the fire
Stain on a carpet
Bird on a wire
Boots on the ground
The world on my shoulders
We can hang out on clouds
No one’s around
Under our own world of stars
Stone cold hippie hearts
She loves you in the morning
And in the evening too
But don’t I say I never warned you
She takes away the blues
Like a stick in the mud
Feet through the fire
Stain on a carpet
Bird on a wire
Boots on the ground
The world on my shoulders
We can hang out on clouds
No one’s around
We can hang out on clouds
No one’s around
Under our own world of stars
Stone cold hippie hearts
