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He turGned thirty-five last Sunday
CIn his hair he found some Ggray
BGut he still ain't changed his lifestyle
CHe likes it better the oldD way
So he Cgrows a little garden in the bacGk yard by the fence
He's consCuming what he's growing nowaGdays in self defense
He get's Dout there in the twilight zone
sometCimes when it just don't make noG sense
HGe gets off on country music
Ccause disco left him cGold
GHe's got young friends into new wave
Cbut he's just too damn oDld
CAnd he dreams at night of Woodstock
Gand the day John Lennon died
Chow the music made him happy
Gand the silence made him cry
DYet he thinks of John sometimes
Cand he has to wonder wGhy
He's an Cold hippie
and he dGon't know what to do
should hDang on to the old
should he gGrab on to the new
he's an oCld hippie
his new lGife is just a bust
he ain't Dtrying to change nobody
he just Ctrying real Dhard to adGjust
HGe was sure back in the sixties
Cthat everyone was hGip
GThen they sent him off to Vietnam
Con his senior tDrip
CAnd they force him to become a man
Gwhile he was still a boy
Cand in each wave of tragedy
Ghe waited for the joy
DNow this world may change around him
Cbut he just can't change noGmore
WGell he stays away a lot now
Cfrom the parties and the clGubs
GAnd he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round
CSure is glad he quit the hard druDgs
CCause him and his kind gGet more endangered everyday
CAnd pretty soon the species
Gwill just up and fade away
LDike the smoke from that torpedo
Cjust up and fade aGway
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