Hippies In Calgary Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Well a few years back 

Me and ol' John worked the Calgary rodeo 

We were hangin' around town with nothing to do 

And nowhere else to go 

And cowboys are known for their fun loving ways 

Pranks and practical jokes 

And I'll never forget the night we impressed 

A bunch of them Calgary folks 

Well just down the hall in the ole hotel 

Where me and old John stayed 

Were some school marms 

They'd come up from Dallas 

To party for a couple of days 

Now these old gals was fancy dressers 

They had wigs and beads and all 

So we put on my hair and took off our boots 

And boogied on down the hall 

Well you could never tell we were cowboys 

We were real lookin' hippies by heck 

With long hair, bare feet and old t-shirts 

And beads around our necks 

And sure we just had to show someone 

So we boogied on down to the lounge 

There was cowboys and gents in nice old suits 

And ladies in long evening gowns 

Well we found us a table and pulled out a chair 

And lit up some Bull Durham smokes 

The smoke filled the air, everyone there 

Thought these hippies were smokin' dope 

Now Leonard and Cravy and old Ronnie Roseland 

Were sitting two tables away 

So we did what we thought that hippies would do 

When we noticed them lookin' our way 

Well we waved our long hair and rolled back our eyes 

And sucked in them home made smokes 

Sayin' stuff like cool and ya, man wow 

We put on one heck of a show 

Now Ronnie and Lenard, they'd been there a while 

And they wasn't feelin' much pain 

Now reckon they figured they'd have some fun 

With these two hippie freaks that walked in 

Well the bar got deathly quiet 

As those cowboys come our way 

And those city folks knew it wouldn't be long 

Till the battle got under way 

Now Ronnie he came right over to me 

And he looked me right square in the eye 

He said, "Hey there boy, whats that stuff you're smokin'" 

I said, "Here man give it a try" 

Well that didn't make him too happy 

And then when I told him to bug out 

He blinked and snorted like a mad brahamer bull 

And frolicked and foamed at the mouth 

Well just about then, I looked at old John 

And his face had turned a beat red 

'Cause Leonard had grabbed him right by the throat 

With plans to tear off his head 

Now Ronnie reached out with a huge left hand 

And grabbed a hold of my hair 

With his right fist cocked, he said now boy 

You better start sayin' your prayers 

Well he gave the yank and my wig come off 

And lay limp there across his hand 

The most stupefied look I've never seen 

On the face of any man 

Well he dropped the thing like a poisonous snake 

And stared at it there on the floor 

Then he looked up at me and saw who I was 

And he laughed, he gave out a roar 

Well this story doesn't have any moral 

It was just one mighty good gag 

But I sighed with relief Ronnie didn't swing first 

Before he pulled off my wig