Long Haired Tattooed Hippie Freaks

This happens every time we step on stage
 They look at us like we have lost our minds
 Then we go and break into that San Antonio Rose
 And they can't believe they're havin a good time
 Every time we hit a truck stop on the road
 They say you boys you must be in a band
 What kind of music do you play and we say country
 And there's that look like they don't understand
 They call us long haired, tattooed, hippie freaks
 You know they ain't all wrong
 You'd think they never saw a bad outlaw
 Singin a country song
 But if they'd close their eyes and open their ears
 And let the music speak
 They'd hear good old country music
 Not just long haired, tattooed freaks
 So it's been some time since I cut this long-assed hair
 And my ragged looks don't fit in with this place
 Tattoo parlors, ain't we all spent time in there
 We've got the scars that time just can't erase
 But does anyone remember Johnny Paycheck
 Or Willie, Waylon, or the late and great Doug Sahm
 Yeah, all them clean cut boys they got in Nashville
 Don't know a damn thing about where we're comin from
 They call us long haired, tattooed, hippie freaks
 You know they ain't all wrong
 You'd think they never saw a bad outlaw
 Singin a country song
 But if they'd close their eyes and open their ears
 And let the music speak
 They'd hear good old country music
 Not just long haired, tattooed freaks
 They call us long haired, tattooed, hippie freaks
 You know they ain't all wrong
 You'd think they never saw a bad outlaw
 Singin a country song
 But if they'd close their eyes and open their ears
 And let the music speak
 They'd hear good old country music
 Not just long haired, tattooed freaks
 I'm still the only hell my mama ever raised