"Old Hippie III (Saved)" lyrics
He'll be fifty-five this weekend, can't believe he's lived this long
But now he hangs out with the grandkids, instead of tokin' on his bong
He still thinks about thee crazy days, but thanks his God above
That he traded in the love-ins, for a greater kind of love
He still shoots 'em that old peace sign, still gentle as a dove
He loves all kinds of music, country rock with a little roll
But now-a-days he's partial to, the melodies that save his soul
Life has put him through the ringer, friends have fallen through the cracks
And all the trips he's taken, have been to hell and back
He don't feel that cool no more, but he don't care and that's a fact
He's an old hippie getting older every day
But his eyes are on the prize, and his faith ain't gonna stray
He's an old hippie he knows what his life is for
Trying to get right with the man, before he goes, knockin' on Heaven's door
He's been confused by the issues, from Viet-Nam to Desert Storm
But he prays every night for, the guys and gals in uniform
He ain't tryin' to convert you, just glad for your new start
And he won't be preachin' to you, like some "born again" old fart
He'll just tell you about the love he's found, deep within his heart
He's an old hippie getting older every day
But his eyes are on the prize, and his faith ain't gonna stray
He's an old hippie he knows what his life is for
Trying to get right with the man, before he goes, knockin' on Heaven's door
Well, he skips the crowds and gatherings, spends some quiet time alone
His family its his universe, and heaven is his home
He's seen and done it all, been in the belly of the whale
He's looked the Devil in the eye, and sent him back to Hell
He thanks dear Jesus every day, that he's lived to tell the tale
He's an old hippie getting older every day
But his eyes are on the prize, and his faith ain't gonna stray
He's an old hippie he knows what his life is for
Trying to get right with the man, before he goes, knockin' on Heaven's door
Just, trying to get right with the man, before he goes, knockin' on Heaven's door
But now he hangs out with the grandkids, instead of tokin' on his bong
He still thinks about thee crazy days, but thanks his God above
That he traded in the love-ins, for a greater kind of love
He still shoots 'em that old peace sign, still gentle as a dove
He loves all kinds of music, country rock with a little roll
But now-a-days he's partial to, the melodies that save his soul
Life has put him through the ringer, friends have fallen through the cracks
And all the trips he's taken, have been to hell and back
He don't feel that cool no more, but he don't care and that's a fact
He's an old hippie getting older every day
But his eyes are on the prize, and his faith ain't gonna stray
He's an old hippie he knows what his life is for
Trying to get right with the man, before he goes, knockin' on Heaven's door
He's been confused by the issues, from Viet-Nam to Desert Storm
But he prays every night for, the guys and gals in uniform
He ain't tryin' to convert you, just glad for your new start
And he won't be preachin' to you, like some "born again" old fart
He'll just tell you about the love he's found, deep within his heart
He's an old hippie getting older every day
But his eyes are on the prize, and his faith ain't gonna stray
He's an old hippie he knows what his life is for
Trying to get right with the man, before he goes, knockin' on Heaven's door
Well, he skips the crowds and gatherings, spends some quiet time alone
His family its his universe, and heaven is his home
He's seen and done it all, been in the belly of the whale
He's looked the Devil in the eye, and sent him back to Hell
He thanks dear Jesus every day, that he's lived to tell the tale
He's an old hippie getting older every day
But his eyes are on the prize, and his faith ain't gonna stray
He's an old hippie he knows what his life is for
Trying to get right with the man, before he goes, knockin' on Heaven's door
Just, trying to get right with the man, before he goes, knockin' on Heaven's door
Writer(s): David Bellamy
