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I was born on Southern ground Moved to Nashville, Tennessee Neon lights and broken hearts Gave me all my melodies One night I met the record man Said, "I like your band and I like your sound" One thing he don't understand Buying in, ain't selling out Yeah, but he found out I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun I wear my t-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front And no matter what you've heard, there's just two words that explain me I'm a honky-tonk hippy A honky-tonk hippy Cut some tunes under a neon cross Saddled up and hit the road Turns out getting found was getting lost In a '98 when [?] People started showing up 'Sold out' up on the marquee Bowing down and lighting up Man, it's still a mystery, what you see in me 'Cause I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun Letras de cancionesI wear my t-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front And no matter what you've heard, there's just two words that explain me I'm a honky-tonk hippy A honky-tonk hippy I'm a honky-tonk hippy A honky-tonk hippy Got 'em big old bus and records on the wall If it ever fade away One thing I can promise y'all Is one thing that will never change 'Till my dying day 'Till my dying day 'Till my dying day I'm a long hair, don't care, son of a gun I wear my t-shirts with rock 'n' roll bands on the front And no matter what you've heard, there's just two words that explain me I'm a honky-tonk hippy I'm a honky-tonk hippy Yeah, I'm a honky-tonk hippy, hippy, hippy I'm a honky-tonk hippy From Letras Mania