Biografía:
Who is UNKNOWN HINSON? He's a sociopathic, gun-totin', ex-con redneck (charges include three counts of murder one, 19 paternity suits and random grave-robbing offenses) who's purported to be a 400-year-old vampire. He's a former carnival geek whose midway specialties were biting the heads off "certain barnyard fowls" and lifting 50-pound weights with his tongue. He boasts many grand titles, not the least of which are "Chart-Toppin' King of Country & Western Troubadours Ordained" and, most importantly (to him), "God's Gift to the Womerns.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
I don't normally do this kinda mess, but I'm gonna give it a shawt
[Intro]
A G x3
Bm E
[Verse 1]
A G
She was purty She was hawt Bell bottom jeans And halter top
A G
Hitchin' a ride down by the road Nothin' looked finer
A G
She was studying philosophy At the college down the road
A G
And I said "Baby is that your major, or your minor?"
A G
She said "You got any spare change?" And I said "Hell no, get a job!
A G
I sang country songs for a livin'
A G
And I don't like that hippie mess - but I like the way you dress
E G
What kinda payment for this ride are you givin'?"
Huh?
[Chorus]
A G
Hey little hippie girl
A G
How 'bout some free love, baby?
A G
I ain't takin' no drugs
Bm E A G
But I'll sure take some'a hippie girls free love
That's right
A G x2
[Verse 2]
A G
She started talkin' about Plato, Socrates, and ol' Van Gogh
A G
And how she loves wise mans that made her think
A G
And she offered me some wine from a little leather pouch
A G
I said "Hell naw, party liquor's all I drink."
A G
She said "You want to turn on?" I said "Turn on what?
A G
The radio? The wipers? Or the air conditioning?"
A G
She said "Drive out into the woods, I've got some herb, and man, it's good."
E G
And I could tell that she was propositionin'
Yeah Yeah
[Chorus]
A G
Hey little hippie girl
A G
How 'bout some free love, baby?
A G
I ain't takin' no drugs
Bm E A G
But I'll sure take some'a hippie girls free love
A-G
[Break 1]
E D E D
She lit a cigarette It smelled like burning leaves
E D C D
I coughed my guts out Parked underneath the trees
[Break 2]
B A x3
"Hey hey! Put that damn thing out, baby. Let's go!"
G
[Verse 3]
A G
I heard the Star Spangled Banner played like never before
A G
Some kind of fuzzy, distorted guitar sound
A G
Then she done a hippie dance on the hood of my Cadillac
A G
While I got sick and crawled around on the ground
A G
She took a headband from her hair and then she lassoed me
A G
She pulled me close She felt soft and warm
A G
And she said "It's getting late. It's almost curfew time.
E G
Would you mind giving me a ride back to my dorm?"
[Chorus]
A G
What the hell, little hippie girl
A G
How 'bout some free love, baby?
A G
I ain't takin' no drugs
Bm E A G
But I'll sure take some'a hippie girls free love
[Outro]
A G x2
That's right
A G
I ain't takin' no drugs
Bm E A G
But I'll sure take some'a hippie girls free love
A G
Think about it
You got a boyfriend baby?
He got long hair?
A G
Which dorm does he live in?
What's his name?
Huh? Sunshine?
[Intro]
A G x3
Bm E
[Verse 1]
A G
She was purty She was hawt Bell bottom jeans And halter top
A G
Hitchin' a ride down by the road Nothin' looked finer
A G
She was studying philosophy At the college down the road
A G
And I said "Baby is that your major, or your minor?"
A G
She said "You got any spare change?" And I said "Hell no, get a job!
A G
I sang country songs for a livin'
A G
And I don't like that hippie mess - but I like the way you dress
E G
What kinda payment for this ride are you givin'?"
Huh?
[Chorus]
A G
Hey little hippie girl
A G
How 'bout some free love, baby?
A G
I ain't takin' no drugs
Bm E A G
But I'll sure take some'a hippie girls free love
That's right
A G x2
[Verse 2]
A G
She started talkin' about Plato, Socrates, and ol' Van Gogh
A G
And how she loves wise mans that made her think
A G
And she offered me some wine from a little leather pouch
A G
I said "Hell naw, party liquor's all I drink."
A G
She said "You want to turn on?" I said "Turn on what?
A G
The radio? The wipers? Or the air conditioning?"
A G
She said "Drive out into the woods, I've got some herb, and man, it's good."
E G
And I could tell that she was propositionin'
Yeah Yeah
[Chorus]
A G
Hey little hippie girl
A G
How 'bout some free love, baby?
A G
I ain't takin' no drugs
Bm E A G
But I'll sure take some'a hippie girls free love
A-G
[Break 1]
E D E D
She lit a cigarette It smelled like burning leaves
E D C D
I coughed my guts out Parked underneath the trees
[Break 2]
B A x3
"Hey hey! Put that damn thing out, baby. Let's go!"
G
[Verse 3]
A G
I heard the Star Spangled Banner played like never before
A G
Some kind of fuzzy, distorted guitar sound
A G
Then she done a hippie dance on the hood of my Cadillac
A G
While I got sick and crawled around on the ground
A G
She took a headband from her hair and then she lassoed me
A G
She pulled me close She felt soft and warm
A G
And she said "It's getting late. It's almost curfew time.
E G
Would you mind giving me a ride back to my dorm?"
[Chorus]
A G
What the hell, little hippie girl
A G
How 'bout some free love, baby?
A G
I ain't takin' no drugs
Bm E A G
But I'll sure take some'a hippie girls free love
[Outro]
A G x2
That's right
A G
I ain't takin' no drugs
Bm E A G
But I'll sure take some'a hippie girls free love
A G
Think about it
You got a boyfriend baby?
He got long hair?
A G
Which dorm does he live in?
What's his name?
Huh? Sunshine?
unni menon
Unni Wilhelmsen
Uno Kaupmees
Uno Menos
Uno Svenningsson
Unswabbed
Until June
Unto Mononen
Unwanted Justace
Unwound