Red-Neck Hippie Romance

Who was it said North is North and South is South

And never the twain shall meet?

Well, this song answers the question

Can a simple, God-fearin', beer-drinkin' country boy

Find happiness as a husband of a freaky, no good, psychedelic, neurotic, drug-usin', hippie talkin'

New York City bitch?

They say a redneck and a hippie should never get married

But we just laughed and done it anyway

For a while life was fine 'cause your life's so different from mine

But now it seems we both just ain't got very much to say

'Cause I realize you'll never love Hank Williams

And I don't like The Rolling Stones a bit

And all my friends have short hair and smoke "Lucky's"

And all your friends have long hair and smoke shit

So go and roll yourself another reefer

And I'll go pour myself another beer

And please don't ask me why we can't give it one more try

'Cause I'm too drunk to tell you, babe

And you're too stoned to hear

I like to dress up and look just like a rich man

And you like wearin' jeans and lookin' poor

And I like dancin' slow, where the Schlitz and memories flow

And I like to drink my Coke and you like sniffin' yours

But I keep pretending everything's Jim Dandy

And you keep pretending everything's far out

So just pack up your grass and shake your hippie ass

Right back up north while I stay here down south

Woah, go and roll yourself another reefer

And I'll go and pour myself another beer

Please don't ask me why we can't give it one more try

'Cause I'm too drunk to tell you, girl

And you're too stoned to hear

Woah, roll yourself another one of them reefers

And I'll pour myself another one of them beers

And please don't ask me why we can't give it one more try

'Cause I'm too drunk to tell you, baby

And you're too stoned to hear