Hey manâ€¦Iâ€™d be your hippie bad girlâ€¦
Iâ€™d be just like my mother was, down to the core,
Free love flowing, dope smoking, protesting the war.
Rebellious soul born on Dylan & The Doors.
Tripping through Frisco with flowers in my hair.
Dancing topless in the park without a care.
Just the word LOVE & the symbol for peace painted on my skin so bare.
I wouldâ€™ve been hanging with Abbie, Kesey, Leary,
Causing trouble across the country.
Acid dropping, Black Beauty popping.
Gettingâ€™ beat up in Chicago & chanting â€˜The whole world is watching.â€™
I would haveâ€¦
Slept next to the ocean.
Lived in a commune.
Worshiped the moon.
I wouldâ€™ve been aâ€¦
Buddhist. Hippie. Feminist. Yippie.
Civil Rights Supporter. Peaceful Protester.
Vietnam Detester. LSD Ingester.
Black Panther Financier.
In the summer of loveâ€¦in 67,
Wouldâ€™ve been the mistress of mayhem.
The matriarch of madness.
The mother of Acid Heaven.
Rolling in the grass on Red Mountain Wine & Reefer at a Love In,
Dancing at The Whiskey on the weekends.
Making love, not warâ€¦regardless, gender or the color of skin.
I would have hitchhiked to Woodstock in â€˜69
And watched every band for 3 days & nights.
I would have lit candles & mourned when the great ones were lost.
Believing the movement, the music, the momentum of change would be worth the cost.