Song Description

Southern blue collar rock song, geered toward men who sit down with a beer at the end of a long hot day, reminscing about their woman and walks with their dog in the summer.

Lyrics

I've been hangin' around
this old town
reading Noam Chamsky and listening to old Greg Brown
I play a sad slow tune
As the sun goes down
Just waiting on the moon
And thinking about you.

I goes days just talking
to a dog named Sly.
We like to go out walking
just Sly and I.
Maybe take a few pictures
with my old Nikon
of the evening sky
as the road winds on

I'm just a middle-aged hippie
from Northern Mississippi
I like to drink a little brew
maybe smoke a little boo
but every time I do
I get to thinkin' about you

I was a little too old
for a woman like you
but you liked rolled gold
and an ice cold brew
swimming bare ass naked
in the water tower
a summertime dreamer
in a sweet spring flower

Was it the perfect meeting
of study and chance
when I saw you there
at the county fair dance?
The unlived life
was my worst fear.
They say when the student is ready
that the teacher will appear.

I'm just a middle-aged hippie
from Northern Mississippi
I like to drink a little brew
maybe smoke a little boo
but every time I do
I get to thinkin' about you

Sometimes late at night
alone in my darkroom
in a tray of solution
I watch the flowers as they bloom
and the one I took
of you beneath the tree
just the way you looked
smiling up at me

A bachelor's house
can be both heaven or hell
and you showed me both
and you taught me well
about here and now
about generosity
about how to let go
of a free spring breeze

I'm just a middle-aged hippie
from Northern Mississippi
I like to drink a little brew
maybe smoke a little boo
but every time I do
I get to thinkin' , thinkin' bout, thinkin' about you