B E B
He turned thirty-five last Sunday in his hair he found some gray
F#
But he still ain't changed his lifestyle he likes it better the old way
E B
So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence
E B F#
He's consuming what he's growing now-a days in self defense
B
He gets out there in the twilight zone
E B
Sometimes when it just don't make no sense
E B
He gets off on country music cause disco left him cold
F#
He's got young friends in a new wave but he's just too damn old
E B
And he dreams at night of Woodstock and the day John Lennon died
E B F#
How the music made him happy and the silence made him cry
B E B
Yeah he thinks of John sometimes and he has to wonder why
E B
He's an old hippie and he don't know what to do
F# B
Should he hang on to the old should he grab on to the new
E B
He's an old hippie his new life is just a bust
F# E F# B
He ain't trying to change nobody he just trying real hard to adjust
E B
He was sure back in the sixties that everyone was hip
F#
Then they sent him off to Vietnam on his senior trip
E B
And they forced him to become a man while he was still a boy
E B F#
And behind each wave of tragedy he waited for the joy
B E B
Now this world may change around him but he just can't change no more
E B
Well he stays away a lot now from the parties and the clubs
And he's thinking while he's jogging around
F#
Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs
E B
Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday
E B F#
And pretty soon the species will just up and fade away
B E B
Like the smoke from that torpedo just up and fade away