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| Lyric Credits: |
Karen McNatt, Don McNatt, Kathy Hudson |
| Music Credits: |
Karen McNatt, Don McNatt, Kathy Hudson |
| Producer Credits: |
Sam Cooper |
| Publisher Credits: |
Karen McNatt, Don McNatt, Kathy Hudson |
| Performance Credits: |
Karen McNatt, Don McNatt, Sam Cooper |
| Label Credits: |
Red Heart Records |
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Short Song Description:
While produced by Sam Cooper, this is really the brainchild of Karen McNatt, her hubby, Don McNatt, and their friend, Kathy Hudson. It's about an idyllic place for boomers to retire!
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Story Behind the Song:
What a great concept for Baby Boomers! There should be a chain of these places!
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| Song Length |
4:13 |
| Primary Genre |
Country-Americana |
| Tempo / Feel |
Folk-Country |
| Tempo / Feel |
Very Slow (Under 70) |
| Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1 |
Drugs |
| Subject Matter 2 |
Music |
| Mood 1 |
Jovial |
| Mood 2 |
Joyful |
| Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
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HIPPIE HAVEN
Karen McNatt, Kathy Hudson, Don McNatt
I told my kids when I'm sixty five,
I don't know how long I'm gonna be alive,
Woodstock Artie turned me onto this place,
I'm gonna move down with the hippies, wear a happy face.
We'll all kick the bucket one of these days,
Cool hippie doctors let us do it our way,
We lived our lives our everyone else,
Now it's time to live for ourselves.
(chorus)
I wanna move to Hippie Haven,
You gotta see this place it's so amazin',
Assisted living we'll all be cravin',
It's really cool in Hip Hip Hippie Haven,
I've always been a closet flower child,
Somebody scream we were born to be wild,
Born to be wild.
New senior trails we'll all be blazin',
I wanna pack up and move down to Hippie Haven.
We're in the light of the lava lamps,
They're burning incense and peppermints,
Well some are smokin' dope and some have it baked in,
The brownies or cookies or a birthday cake.
Forgettin' their troubles in their memory foam beds,
They drink green smoothies and have all the best meds,
Tie dye and mellow mushrooms hoorah,
Holdin' hands and singing Kumbaya,
Kumbaya, my lord,
(chorus)
Let me show you some Hippie Haven,
You gotta see this place it's so amazin',
Assisted living we'll all be cravin',
It's really cool in Hip Hip Hippie Haven,
I've always been a closet flower child,
Somebody scream we were born to be wild,
Born to be wild.
New senior trails we'll all be blazin',
I wanna pack up and move down to Hippie Haven.
(bridge)
Well Nurse puts their old vinyls on the spin,
They're doin' wheel chair dancin', some'll do the swim,
A little Rascals, Grateful Dead or Animals,
Fifth Dimension, Beatles and some Rolling Stones.
Beach Boys and they'll burn a little Hendrix guitar,
Electric scooters lined up at the beating beach bar.
It ain't your momma's old folks home,
Hippies don't let hippies die alone.
(chorus)
I wanna rock out in Hippie Haven,
You've gotta see this place it's so amazin',
Assisted living we'll all be cravin',
It's really cool in Hip Hip Hippie Haven,
I've always been a closet flower child,
Somebody scream we were born to be wild,
Born to be wild.
New senior trails we'll all be blazin',
I wanna pack up and move down to Hippie Haven.
(spoken)
Alright everybody, the bus is pulling up out front, we're gonna take a tour...who all's with me?
(outro)
Hippie Haven!
(spoken)
Far out! Peace brother! Welcome home, man!
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