Chris Ledoux - Hippies In Calgary lyrics

A few years back when me and old John worked the Calgary rodeo We were hangin' 'round town with nothin' to do and nowhere else to go The 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. Now, just down the hall in the old 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 the hair and took off our boots and boogied 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 neck Well, shoot, 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 evenin' gowns. Well, we found us a table and pulled up a chair And lit up them Bull Durham smokes Smoke filled the air - everyone there thought these hippies were smokin' dope Now, Leonard McCray and old Ronnie Rosin was sittin' two tables away So we did what we thought that hippies would do When we noticed 'em lookin' out way. We'd wave our long hair and roll back our eyes And s** on them homemade smokes Say stuff like 'cool' and 'ya, man, wow' - we put one heck of a show Now Ronnie and Leonard - they'd been there awhile So they weren't feelin' much pain And I reckon they figured they'd have 'em some fun With these two hippie freaks that walked in. Well, the bar got deadly quiet and these cowboys come strollin' our way These city folks knew it wouldn't be long 'til the battle got underway Now Ronnie, he came right over to me And he locked me square in the eye Said, "Hey there, boy, what's that stuff your 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 Brahma bull And frothed and foamed at the mouth Just about then I looked at old John And his face had turned to beet red 'Cause Leonard had grabbed him right by the throat With plans to tear off his head Well, Ronnie reached out with a huge left hand And grabbed a hold of my hair With his right fist co*ked, he said "Now, boy, you'd better start sayin' your prayers." He gave a yank and my wig came off and lay limp there across his hand A more stupified look I've ever seen on the face of any man. Well, he dropped the think like a poisonous snake And stared at it there on the floor And he looked up at me and saw who I was And laughed and gave out a roar Well, this story doesn't have any moral It was just one mighty good gag But I sigh with relief Ronnie didn't swing first Before he pulled off my wig.