Do Right Woman Lyrics - Singles - Flying Burrito Brothers

I was walking down the street the other day 

And a sight came before my eyes 

It was a little hippie boy 

I must have been twice his size 

His appearance typified his strange breed 

Gaudy clothes, long stringy hair hanging down 

I'd seen perhaps 

A thousand in my early trips to town 

As he walked beside me on down the block 

I noticed no unpleasing smell 

He might have been on the weed or even LSD 

But if he was I couldn't tell 

So we walked together 

That way through this neighborhood 

Finally he turned around to me and he said friend 

You know we're a million miles apart 

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But you know something 

We can enjoy the sunshine and the weather 

So why don't we put our differences aside 

And just talk to each other 

You see this box beneath my arm 

To you it's plain, it has no charm 

But to someone dearest to my heart 

This box has played a tragic part 

This little one can't tell you himself about his life 

And how he died 

But if anyone else could speak for him 

I guess I'm qualified 

This boy was in Chicago 

He didn't know why he was there 

He was with his family and friends 

And he didn't really care 

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You might have been one of those 

Who saw the struggle there on your television screen 

The tragic thing is so much else happened 

That no one else could have seen 

A stranger handed this boy a dollar 

To do a simple chore 

To carry a package to a nearby hotel 

And when he returned he'd get two more 

But when he came back 

He sort of lost his way walking thru the crowd 

One of them things you ask yourself 

How the Lord allowed 

But when he was found he was like 

He is now dreaming sweet and still 

And in his little hand 

Was a crumpled dollar bill 

Now you can take that dollar 

Get four cents on it compound it quarterly 

At any downtown bank 

So they can back some hot new tank or atom bomb 

Well, what I'm going to tell you now 

You can stay or you can leave 

You kind of listened to my story so far 

But just one more thing 

It's the same for any hippie 

Bum or hillbilly out on the street 

Just remember this little boy 

And never carry more than you can eat 

Now could you help us sing this song 

Please there will be peace in the valley 

For him now we pray 

I will think of the little hippie boy that way