Grandpa, bell bottoms, and thick long hair,
Smelled like seven ten, yes, I swear.
That's right.
He dodged the draft and said "No war, man!"
He would flip off the TV when Nixon came on.
Peace, love, and VW vans,
That was his jam.
Hitchin' rides on highways,
All across the land.
Singin' peace songs of freedom.
Yeah that was his plan.
Peace, love, and flower girls,
A kinda wild man.
He strummed his guitar by the campfire's glow.
Stories of the road a long time ago.
He'd sing,
And talk about Woodstock, and feeling so free.
Said "The establishment can't ever hold me!"
Peace, love, and VW vans,
That was his jam.
Hitchin' rides on highways,
All across the land.
Singin' peace songs of freedom.
Yeah that was his plan.
Peace, love, and flower girls,
A kinda wild man.
Now he’s got grandkids and a comfy old chair.
Still talks about change, though change doesn't last.
Except going bald.
No care what anyone thinks about his crazy past,
In his mind those good times were built to last!
Peace, love, and VW vans,
That was his jam.
Hitchin' rides on highways,
All across the land.
Singin' peace songs of freedom.
Yeah that was his plan.
Peace, love, and flower girls,
A kinda wild man.
This song, and lyrics, are Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics were produced from a prompt in MusicHero.com and were then edited and improved by Robert K. Lewis. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis.
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