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