Long Haired Tattooed Hippie Freaks

This song goes out to all those folks out there and I mean everybody. It

Don’t matter where you come from, what you do for a livin’, how much

Money you make, if you’re a man or a woman, if you’re black or white, It

Don’t make no difference cause we’re all the same. We’re all just a bunch of

Long haired tattooed hippie freaks.

This happens every time we step on stage.

Aw they look at us like we have lost our minds.

Yeah but then we go and break into that San Antonio Rose,

And they can't believe they're havin’ a good time.

And every time we hit a truck stop on the road,

They say you boys you must be in a band.

“What kind of music do you play?”, and we say country,

And there's that look like they don't understand.

They call us long haired, tattooed, hippie freaks.

And you know they ain't all wrong.

You'd think they never saw a bad outlaw just singin’ a country song,

But if they'd close their eyes and open their ears,

And let the music speak,

They'd hear good old country music,

And not just long haired, tattooed freaks.

So it's been some time since I cut this long-assed hair,

And my ragged looks don't fit in with this place.

Tattoo parlors, ain't we all spent time in there?

And we've got the scars that time just can't erase.

But does anyone remember Johnny Paycheck,

Or Willie, Waylon, or the late and great Doug Sahm?

Yeah, all them clean cut boys they got in Nashville,

Don't know a damn thing about where we're comin’ from.

They call us long haired, tattooed, hippie freaks.

And you know they ain't all wrong.

You'd think they never saw a bad outlaw just singin’ a country song,

But if they'd close their eyes and open their ears,

And they let the music speak,

They'd hear good old country music,

Not just long haired, tattooed freaks.

They call us long haired, tattooed, hippie freaks.

You know they ain't all wrong.

You'd think they never saw a bad outlaw singin’ a country song,

But if they'd close their eyes and open their ears,

And let they the music speak,

They'd hear good old country music,

Not just long haired, tattooed freaks.

They'd hear good old country music,

Not just long haired, tattooed freaks

I'm still the only hell my mama ever raised