Hippie Boy
The Flying Burrito Brothers Lyrics


I was walking down the street the other day
A sight came before my eyes
It was a little hippie boy
I must have been twice his size

His appearance typefied his strange breed
Gaudy clothes, long stringy hair hanging down
I'd seen perhaps a thousand
In my early trips to town
As he walked on beside me on down the block
I noticed no unpleasing smell
He might have been on the weed or even LSD
But if he was I couldn't tell

So we walked together that way through this neighborhood
Finally he turned around to me and he
He said "friend you know we're a million miles apart
But you know something?
We can enjoy the sunshine and the weather
So why don't we put our differences aside
And just talk to each other?
You see this box beneath my arm?
To you it's plain, it has no charm
But to someone dearest to my heart
This box has played a tragic part

This little one can't tell you himself
About his life and how he died
But if anyone else could speak for him,
I guess I'm qualified
This boy was in Chicago, he didn't know why he was there
He was with his family and friends and he didn't really care
You might have been one of those who saw
The struggle there on your television screen
The tragic thing is so much else happened

That no one else could have seen
A stranger handed this boy a dollar
To do a simple chore
To carry a package to a nearby hotel

And when he returned he'd get two more
But when he came back he sort of lost his way walking through the crowd
One of them things you ask yourself,
How the Lord allowed

But when he was found he was like he is now,
Dreaming sweet and still
And in his little hand was a crumpled dollar bill
Now you can take that dollar
Get four cents on it, compound it quarterly at any downtown bank

So they can back some hot new tank or atom bomb
Well, what I'm going to tell you now, you can stay or you can leave
You kind of listened to my story so far but just one more thing
It's the same for any hippie, bum or hillbilly out on the street

Just remember this little boy and never carry more than you can eat
Now could you help us sing this song, please

There will be peace in the valley for him now we pray
I will think of the little hippie boy that way

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: CHRISTOPHER HILLMAN, GRAM PARSONS

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Comments from YouTube:

Gary Elfering

That was beautiful. Brings a tear to my eye.

Karla G

I'm reading "I'm With The Band" and am having a fun time listening to the songs she talks about in the book. Not quite what I'm used to. Back in the 60's for me it was all about the Beatles, CCR, Paul Revere & the Raiders, the Stones...well you get the point. I was just a kid growing my own music appreciation.

Nicola Capuzzolo

Am reading the same book, and it obviously brought me here. Greetings from Italy 😉

Stephan Larsen

I always loved this tune and I was born in 60!

Holly Gold

Here I am at 12 pm reading permanent damage, memoirs of an outrageous girl. I am at the end of the book where Pamela De Barres is reflecting at a time they were invited to the studio where this song was recorded
Miss Mercy and Pamela DeBarres sing the chorus in this song. I knew Mercy through my friend Cinnamon and I wish I would have been able to spend more time with her.
R.I.P

Allison Seamark

Ok here i am at 12:00 am a month later, also reading Permanent Damage and here for the same reason you were. How odd.

wildebt

....Put our differences aside and just talk to each other.... (2018, wake up)

Kirk Meyer

I can hear this song in Faraway Eyes by the Stones

Kirk Meyer

@Brotherbear You read my comment backwards

Brotherbear

@Mike Levitt The stones were influenced by gram!! Gram could care less about those cats he was going through something crazy. They were just soul brothers.

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