Chords for All The Old Hippies Are Droppin' Like Flies/Bobby Lane @Luckenbach

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E

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All The Old Hippies Are Droppin' Like Flies/Bobby Lane @Luckenbach chords
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[F] This is a [B] song I wrote a couple years ago that a lot of people don't like at [A] all.
Ruby [N] Jean and I were driving to a gig in West Virginia and we got stuck in a funeral procession.
Ended up being late for the show.
[D]
But there was a big peace sign on the hearse and Ruby said,
Hey, I think it's an old school hippie funeral.
[F]
So [Db] we lost that gig at the burrito joint, but [B] we got this song out of it.
Goes like this [E] here.
One, [Bb] two, three, four.
[C] Crank up that old John Pryde.
Drink [F] up that Boone's Farm wine.
Cause I [C] think we're stuck in [G] a funeral line.
Cause all the old hippies are dropping [C] like flies.
All the old hippies are dropping like flies.
[G] From the Grim Reaper there's no disguise.
[C] You gotta make room for all the new [F] young guys.
All the old [G] hippies are dropping [C] like flies.
Hey, all them old hippies are dropping like flies.
[G]
Sayonara, gray ponytail guys.
You may have been young, but you weren't [F] too wise.
All the old hippies [G] are dropping [C] like flies.
[F] Well, the Pepsi generation's in the nursing home.
[C] Bitchin' and moanin' about gettin' old.
You'd show [F] grandpap your iPod, but he wouldn't understand.
[G] He wants his great-granddad to tape with a candy [E] man.
And he talks [C] about the beach and the suntanned [G] honeys.
Back when Saturday Night Live was funny, [C] gas was [Em] only [F] 55 cents.
We make jokes behind his back [G] at his own [C] expense.
Chevy Chase!
Dan [G] Aykroyd!
John Belushi!
[C] Jane Kirk!
Garrett [F] Morris!
Lorraine Newman!
Gilda Rodner!
[Em] [C] Hey, all them old hippies are dropping like flies.
[G]
Eisenhower babies being sprinkled outside.
[C] Are you gonna be buried in suits and [F] ties?
No Levi's.
All the old [G] hippies are dropping like flies.
Well, [F] your daddy says he wished that he saved more money.
[C] But he shoulda wore a hat when it got so sunny.
Cause that little [F] black spot that he had on his face
[G] spread melanoma all over [Gm] the place.
So [C] crank up that old John Pryor.
Drink up [F] that Boone's Farm wine.
[C] Cause I think we're stuck [G] in a funeral line.
[F] Cause all the old [G] hippies are dropping [C] like flies.
[F] The 60s are over [G] and so are [C] their lives.
[Bm]
Hell, even the [G] Beatles are only [C] two guys.
[F] [C]
[G] [Bb]
[B] [C] [Gm]
[Bm] [N]
From now on, whenever it doesn't go over, I can remember I can say,
Well, they loved it at Luke and Bob.
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C
3211
G
2131
F
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E
2311
C
3211
G
2131
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_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ This is a [B] song I wrote a couple years ago that a lot of people don't like at [A] all. _
_ _ _ _ Ruby [N] Jean and I were driving to a gig in West Virginia and we got stuck in a funeral procession.
Ended up being late for the show.
_ _ _ [D] _ _
But there was a big peace sign on the hearse and Ruby said,
Hey, I think it's an old school hippie funeral.
[F] _ _
So [Db] we lost that gig at the burrito joint, but [B] we got this song out of it.
Goes like this [E] here.
_ One, [Bb] two, three, four.
[C] Crank up that old John Pryde.
Drink [F] up that Boone's Farm wine.
Cause I [C] think we're stuck in [G] a funeral line.
_ Cause all the old hippies are dropping [C] like flies. _ _ _
_ All the old hippies are dropping like flies.
[G] From the Grim Reaper there's no disguise.
[C] You gotta make room for all the new [F] young guys.
_ _ _ _ All the old [G] hippies are dropping [C] like flies.
Hey, all them old hippies are dropping like flies.
[G] _ _
Sayonara, gray ponytail guys.
You may have been young, but you weren't [F] too wise. _ _ _
_ _ All the old hippies [G] are dropping [C] like flies.
[F] Well, the Pepsi _ generation's in the nursing home.
[C] Bitchin' and moanin' about gettin' old.
You'd show [F] grandpap your iPod, but he wouldn't understand.
[G] He wants his great-granddad to tape with a candy [E] man.
And he talks [C] about the beach and the suntanned [G] honeys.
Back when Saturday Night Live was funny, [C] gas was [Em] only [F] 55 cents. _
_ _ _ We make jokes behind his back [G] at his own [C] expense.
_ _ Chevy Chase!
_ Dan [G] Aykroyd!
_ John Belushi!
_ [C] Jane Kirk!
Garrett [F] Morris!
_ Lorraine Newman!
_ Gilda Rodner!
_ [Em] _ _ [C] Hey, all them old hippies are dropping like flies.
[G] _
Eisenhower babies being sprinkled outside.
[C] Are you gonna be buried in suits and [F] ties?
No Levi's.
_ All the old [G] hippies are dropping like flies.
Well, [F] your daddy says he wished that he saved more money.
[C] But he shoulda wore a hat when it got so sunny.
Cause that little [F] black spot that he had on his face
[G] spread _ _ melanoma all over [Gm] the place.
_ So [C] crank up that old John Pryor.
_ Drink up [F] that Boone's Farm wine. _
[C] Cause I think we're stuck [G] in a funeral line.
_ _ _ _ [F] Cause all the old [G] hippies are dropping [C] like flies. _ _ _
_ _ [F] The 60s are over [G] and so are [C] their lives.
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _
Hell, even the [G] Beatles are only [C] two guys. _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ From now on, whenever it doesn't go over, I can remember I can say,
Well, they loved it at Luke and Bob. _ _ _