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Textes et Paroles de Hippie Boy




I was walking down the street the other dayA sight came before my eyesIt was a little hippie boyI must have been twice his sizeHis appearence typed his strange breedGaudy clothes, long stringy hair hanging downI'd seen perhaps a thousandIn my early trips to townAs he walked on beside me on down the blockI noticed no unpleasing smell.He might have been on the weed or even LSDBut if he was I couldn't tell...So we walked together that way through this neighborhood.Finally he turned around to meAnd he said "friend we're a million miles apartBut you know something?We can enjoy the sunshine and the weather.So why don't we put our differences asideAnd just talk to each other?You see this box beneath my arm?To you it's plain, it has no charmBut to someone dearest to my heartThis box has played a tragic partThis little one can't tell you himselfAbout his life and how he died.But if anyone else could speak for him,I guess I'm qualified.This boy was in Chicago he didn't know why he was there.He was with his family and friends and he didn't really care.You might have been one of those who sawThe struggle there on your television screenThe tragic thing is so much else happenedThat no one else could have seen.A stranger handed this boy a dollarTo do a simple choreTo carry a package to a nearby hotel.And when he returned he'd get two moreBut when he came back he sort of lost his way walking through the crowd.One of them things you ask yourself,How the Lord allowedBut when he was found he was like he is now,dreaming sweet and still.And in his little hand was a crumpled dollar bill.Now you can take that dollarGet four cents on it, compound it quarterly at any downtown bank.So they can back some hot new tank or atom bomb.Well, what I'm going to tell you now, you can stay or you can leave.You kind of listened to my story so far but just one more thing...It's the same for any hippie, bum or hillbilly out on the street.Just remember this little boy and never carry more than you can eat."Now could you help us sing this song, pleaseThere will be peace in the valley for him now we pray.I will think of the little hippie boy that way.

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