He turned thirty-five last Sunday In his hair he found some gray
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle He likes it better the old way
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense
He get's out there in the twilight zone sometimes when it just don't make no sense
He gets off on country music cause disco left him cold
He's got young friends into new wave buts he's just too damn old
And he dreams at night of Woodstock and the day John Lennon died
how the music made him happy and the silence made him cry
Yea he thinks of John sometimes and he has to wonder why
He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do should hang on to the old
should he grab on to the new he's an old hippie his new life is just a bust
he ain't trying to change nobody he just trying real hard to adjust
He was sure back in the sixties that everyone was hip
Then they sent him off to Vietnam on his senior trip
And they force him to become a man while he was still a boy
and in each wave of tragedy he waited for the joy
Now this world may change around him but he just can't change nomore
Well he stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away
Like the smoke from that torpedo just up and fade away (sing365)
Rather than targeting one individual, Howard Bellamy wrote this song as a paean to the generation defined by a mandatory draft into the war in Vietnam, and the aftereffects visited upon those who were lucky enough to make it back home. Says Howard, "It was a specific generation, I think, more so than a person. There were several people we knew like that over the years. Our generation. I think that was why it was such a big song. That generation really identified with that record, because it was right in the Boomer generation that happened." (songfacts)
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