Raised By Hippies

She was born in a school bus on the Blue Ridge Parkway Her parents had driven from the San Francisco Bay It was late December of 1968 The skies was filling with the darkness of hate Bobby and Martin were long gone The Flower Children had sung their very last song Nixon was heading to that big White House And bombs would soon be dropping on the children of Laos But a beautiful little girl was born on Christmas day Away from the madness that had driven them astray She carried a sparkle right there in her eye It shined through the night and it filled up the sky She was raised by hippies In the hills of Tennessee Raised by hippies So wild and so free Raised by hippies They did some things wrong But they raised their children right And they did it for a song Her family moved to Chicago in 1982 Reagan was president no one knew what to do Izods and argyles made her feel strange She missed the hippie children and their earthy nature names All the boys fell in love with her on the first day of spring She went to class with no shoes on her feet But her teachers tried to break her of her hillside hippie ways They made her sit inside on the sunniest of days CHORUS When the Bobs fell on Baghdad Her daddy wept and raged Wrote Kill Whitey on a rest stop on the Natchez Trace Oh Daddy don't forget Bobby and Martin up above Remember the songs you sang in the Summer of Love Summer of Love She's all grown up now with kids of her own She teaches them the songs of her hillside hippie home And that old school bus is battered but her engine's good and strong Tomorrow's sun will find us furthur along The song book is dusty but they/we remember the tune Her uncle's in the back reading the Chronicles of Dune CHORUS Run old Molly run . . .