Testo Honky-Tonk Hippies

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"
One thing he don't understand
Buying in, ain't selling 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 that explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy

Cut some tunes under a neon cross
Saddled up and hit the road
Turns out getting found was getting lost
In a '98 when [?]
People started showing up
'Sold out' up on the marquee
Bowing down and lighting 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 that explain me
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy
I'm a honky-tonk hippy
A honky-tonk hippy

Got 'em big old bus and records on the wall
If it ever fade away
One thing I can promise y'all
Is one thing that will never change
'Till my dying day
'Till my dying day
'Till my dying 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 that 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