Chris Ledoux Hippies in Calgary Lyrics:
Well a few years back me and ol' John worked the
Calgary rodeo. We were hangin' around town with
nothing to do, nowhere else to go. 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. Well
just down the hall in the ole 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,
took off our boots, and boogied on down the hall.
Well, you could never tell we were cowboys; we
were real lookin' hippies by heck. With long hair,
bare feet, old t-shirts, and beads around our
necks. And 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
evening gowns. Well we found us a table, pulled
out a chair and lit up some Bull Durham smokes.
The smoke filled the air, everyone there thought
these hippies were smokin' dope. Now Leonard and
Cravy and old Ronnie Rosland were sitting two
tables away. So we did what we thought hippies
would do when we noticed them lookin' our way.
Well we waved our long hair, rolled back our eyes,
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and sucked in them home made smokes. Sayin' stuff
like cool and ya, man wow. We put on one heck of a
show. Now Ronnie and Lenard, they'd been there a
while and they wasn't feelin' much pain. I reckon
they figured they'd have some fun with these two
hippie freaks that walked in. Well the bar got
deathly quiet, as those cowboys come our way. And
the city folks knew it wouldn't be long till the
battle got under way. Well Ronnie came right over
to me and looked me right square in the eye and
said, hey there boy, whats that stuff you're
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
brahamer bull, frolicked and foamed at the mouth.
Well just about then, I looked at old John and his
face had turned beat red, cause Leonard had
grabbed him by the throat with plans to tear off
his head! Ronnie reached out with a huge left hand
and grabbed a hold of my hair. With a right fist
cocked, he said now boy you better start sayin'
your prayers! Well he gave a yank and my wig come
off and lay limp there across his hand. The most
stupified look I've never seen on the face of any
man. Well he dropped the thing like a poisonous
snake and stared at it there on the floor. The he
looked up and saw who I was, he laughed, and gave
out a roar!

Well this story doesn't have any moral; it was
just one mighty good gag. But I sighed with relief
Ronnie didn't swing first before he pulled off my
wig.
Lyrics: Hippies in Calgary, Chris Ledoux [end]