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 ♪ 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