Desert jam

(Verse 1)*

There's an old hippie in the desert.

With sunburned skin cracked like the desert clay,

Leather hands trace the stories of the day,

Pipes of twig and clay, whispers in the breeze,

Old man’s calm as the smoke drifts with ease.

(Chorus)

He's an Old hippie in the desert. Learning the skills he needs to build his dreams.

*(Verse 2)*

Prickly pear stains his knife red. Moonlight dances through

Yucca leafs, fueling his dreams,

A gentle puff, and the world slows down,

In the hush of desert, peace is found.

*(Chorus)*

He's an Old hippie in the desert. Learning the skills he needs to build his dreams.

*(Verse 3)*

Desert’s his church, it’s all he’s known.

Coyotes howl like a midnight hymn,

Sandstorms whisperer, he hums with the breeze . Under the Stars he bows to the ancient trees.

Barefoot in the sand where no roads dare till go.

He laughs out loud, it’s all for him, Cannabis smoke rising through the yucca trees.

(Chorus)

He's an Old hippie in the desert. Learning the skills he needs to build his dreams.

*(Bridge)*

Sandstorm rolls but he don’t flinch,

Each grain’s a story, every inch,

Time moves slow out here alone,

The desert speaks in a voice of its own.

Ohh a voice of its own.

*(Outro)*

Building dreams from what he’s got,

Off the land that the world forgot,

Puffing’ clouds beneath the desert sun,

Old hippie’s peace has just begun,

In the desert’s hush, he finds his flow,

High on life, watch him grow.