BAREFOOT!

 

She rolled into town in a multi-colored van

Stickers to save the world and little trinkets on her hands

She stepped out in shades and here mothers '60's rags

with a satchelafullagreen and a psychadelic bag

but she was nothing like me at all

 

She drives for daze on end to a family she don't know

Who fill her head with dreams but the grass don't make her grow

She spoke of harmony, of course, she spoke of hope

I said, "Hey! babe what's your cause", she said, "Everything", want some dope?

Oh, she was nothing like me at all

 

She don't let spirits fly...she really likes it inside

I don't really like it inside...I'd rather fly

 

She didn't want much love but she gave hers all away

To a rabble of drummer boys with nothing much to say

We had our differences but I guess we both love this world

She wasn't like me but I dug that crazy girl!

'Cause she was nothing like me at all

 

*Excellent Hootie ending*

 

 

 

Copyright 1998  (Robert West / Rich Reuter)