A/N: First, an apology. I wrote this song in 1976. By today's standards, it is a little strange and politically incorrect. Be warned. Still, I love it. It was the theme song for my first novel, a book called Famous Potatoes. If you would like to hear it performed (by my son), play the youtube link at the top of this page.
Leonard and Clyde, just out of jail
Clyde picked his nose with a ten penny nail
Leonard read a Bible, said, "Hear me, oh Lord,
Take me to Heaven in this Forty-nine Ford."
Clyde was a carpenter, Leonard a Jew
Clyde liked to hammer, Leonard to screw
Clyde built a house without windows or doors
Construction was perfect, the concept was poor.
Mother America
What have you done?
All of your children
Out on the run.
Mother America
Oh say can you see
Life is so short
We got to be free.
The back seat was empty, when Leonard looked up,
He said, "Stop for those ladies, I think we're in luck."
One was a gypsy, sat on Clyde's lap
Told him his fortune, and gave him the clap.
Mother America
Red white and blue
She gave it to him
She'll give it to you.
Mother America
Where's that, you say?
Boston Massachusetts
To San Francisco Bay.
A long distance call came from Heaven one day
It was Saint Pete calling Clyde, "Boy I'm comin' your way."
Clyde say, "Hey Pete, you know I'm doin' just fine
Babe you go your way and I'll go mine."
Mother America
And Father, too
Leonard and Clyde
Me and you.
Mother America
It goes on and on
The beginning of life
Is the end of our song.
Leonard and Clyde, just out of jail
Clyde picked his nose with a ten penny nail
Leonard read a Bible, said, "Hear me, oh Lord,
Take me to Heaven in this Forty-nine Ford."
Mother America
What have you done?
All of your children
Out on the run.
Mother America
Oh say can you see
Life is so short
We got to be free.
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Hippie Highway
PoetryNew poems about how it was and still might be. Hate the hippies? Sorry. You may leave now.
