Long Haired Tattooed Hippie Freaks Songtext
von Eleven Hundred Springs

This happens every time we step on stage
They look at us like we have lost our minds
Then we go and break into that San Antonio Rose
And they can′t believe they're havin a good time

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
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 the music speak
They'd hear good old country music
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
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
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 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 the music speak
They′d hear good old country music
Not just long haired, tattooed freaks

I'm still the only hell my mama ever raised