You should tell your men about my trip
The likes that never walked my walk
I was a jealous guy, soaking up my tongue
I bet Hippy the hell had begun

The pain was angry in my gut
Should your children hate me? About what?
I shaved my face, all hair down to my groin
I bet Hippy, no cause I will join

In time the anger, it must go
You saw the dark night of my soul
Shut out your guns, damn your guns, shut your mouth
I bet Hippy I will wander north and south

Well, well I wander