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**🎶 “Trainee Hippie”**
*(Verse 1)*
> They said, “Son, you look too clean to ever roam,”
> So I bought some beads and left my phone at home.
> I’m learnin’ how to strum but keep it out of tune,
> Wearin’ peace signs like it’s Sunday afternoon.
*(Chorus)*
> I’m a trainee hippie, punchin’ in the sun,
> Growin’ patchouli dreams by the acre, son.
> I still love my freedom and my pickup in the drive,
> But I’ll chant my “om” before I take that ride.
*(Verse 2)*
> Folks in town still wave when I go by,
> They laugh when I say love’s cheaper than a high.
> My mama says she’s proud, my daddy says I’m lost,
> But they both hum along, no matter what it costs.
*(Chorus)*
> I’m a trainee hippie, halfway to Zen,
> Practicin’ peace but I still sin now and then.
> A rebel and a roamer with incense in my hat,
> I’m breakin’ rules softly—that’s where I’m at.
*(Bridge)*
> Maybe I’m mockin’ the dream, or maybe I mean it,
> Grass on both sides, I guess I’ve seen it.
> Laughin’ through the protest, singin’ out of key,
> Feels like freedom—whatever that means to me.
*(Final Chorus)*
> I’m a trainee hippie, proud and unsure,
> Livin’ off irony and homemade allure.
> You can call me foolish, call me free,
> But I’m what America taught me to be.
***
Would you like me to take this version and **add traditional country chord markings and rhythm cues** (like how Merle Haggard-style songs are charted)?
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