Long Haired, Tattooed, Hippy Freaks Teclado

	  Eleven Hundred Springs:  
 Long Haired, Tattooed, Hippy Freaks

 
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This happens every time we step on stage, 
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They look at us like we have lost our minds, 
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Then we go and break into that San Antonio Rose, 
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And they can't believe they're havin a good time, 
 
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Every time we hit a truck stop on the road, 
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They say you boys you must be in a band, 
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What kind of music do you play and we say country, 
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And there's that look like they don't understand, 
 
They call us long haired, tattooed, hippie freaks, 
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You know they ain't all wrong, 
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You'd think they never saw a bad outlaw, 
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Singin a country song, 
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But if they'd close their eyes and open their ears, 
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And let the music speak, 
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They'd hear good old country music, 
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Not just long haired, tattooed freaks 
 
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So it's been some time since I cut this long-assed hair, 
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And my ragged looks don't fit in with this place, 
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Tattoo parlors, ain't we all spent time in there, 
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We've got the scars that time just can't erase, 
 
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But does anyone remember Johnny Paycheck, 
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Or Willie, Waylon, or the late and great Doug Sahm, 
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Yeah, all them clean cut boys they got in Nashville,      
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Don't know a damn thing about where we're comin from. 
 
Repeat Chorus: 
 
I'm still the only hell my mama ever raised