Jesus Was a Hippie

He was sittin' at the bar down at Sloppy Joe's In a dead head shirt, a little dust from the road While the day came undone and that Key West sun Just disappeared Had that "What's up, man?", 4:20 kinda charm Little gray in his long hair, old ink on his arm He looked strapped for cash and he didn't ask But I bought him a beer We talked about fishin', we talked about girls I sat there and listened while he went around the world With his thumb in the air and it stuck in my head When he took a long sip, looked at me and said "I don't need a big house, I don't need a fast car Just a few good friends, cold beer in a bar" He closed his eyes and smiled kinda trippy Said, "Hey man, even Jesus was a hippie" We kept poppin' them tops, stackin' them cans He said, "Some people make fun of what they don't understand" And I felt born-again with my soul washed clean While the neon buzzed down on Duvall Street And we talked about fishin', we talked about girls I sat there and listened while he went around the world With his thumb in the air and it stuck in my head When he took a long sip, looked at me and said "I don't need a big house, I don't need a fast car Just a few good friends, cold beer in a bar" He closed his eyes and smiled kinda trippy Said, "Hey man, even Jesus was a hippie" Guess he kinda was Yeah, we were livin' in the moment, every worry was small We lost track of that High Life clock on the wall Yeah, we talked about fishin', we talked about girls I sat there and listened while he went around the world With his thumb in the air and it stuck in my head When he took a long sip, looked at me and said "I don't need a big house, I don't need a fast car Just a few good friends, cold beer in a bar" He closed his eyes and smiled kinda trippy Said, "Hey man, even Jesus was a hippie" Even Jesus was a hippie