I was born on Southern ground
Moved to Nashville, Tennessee
Neon lights and broken hearts
Gave me all my melodies
One night, I met the record man
Said, "I like your band and I like your sound"
But one thing he don't understand
Buyin' in ain't sellin' out
Yeah, but he found out
I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun
I wear my T-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front
And no matter what you've heard
There's just two words to explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy (yeah!)
Cut some tunes under a neon cross
Saddled up and hit the road
Turns out gettin' found was gettin' lost
In a '98 Winnebago
People started showin' up
"Sold Out" up on that marquee
Throwin' down and lightin' up
Man, it's still a mystery what you see in me
'Cause I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun
I wear my T-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front
And no matter what you've heard
There's just two words to explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy, yeah, yeah
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Got a big old bus and records on the wall
But if it ever fades away
One thing I can promise y'all
Is one thing that'll never change
'Til my dyin' day ('til my dyin'day)
'Til my dyin' day ('til my dyin'day)
'Til my dyin' day
I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun
I wear my T-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front
And no matter what you've heard
There's just two words to explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
Yeah, I'm a honky-tonk hippy, hippy, hippy
I'm a honky-tonk hippy