G                               C                                G
He'll be fifty five this weekend,  can't believe he's lived this long,
                                                       C             D
But now he hangs out with the grand-kids,  instead of toking on his bone,
           C                               G
He still thinks about the crazy days but thanks his God above,
          C                          G              D
That he traded in the loving for a greater kind of love,
           Bm                            C                    G
He still shoots from that old peace sign,  still gentle as a dove.

[Verse 2]
 G                          C                             G
He loves all kinds of music,  country rock with a little roll,
                                                  C         D
But nowadays he's partial too, the melodies that saved his soul,
          C                                        G
Life has put him through the wringer friends have fallen through the cracks,
              C                    G                D
And all the trips he's taken have been to hell and back,
          Bm                    C                                 G
He don't feel that cool no more,  but he don't care and that's a fact.

[Chorus]
         C                   G
He's an old hippie, getting older every day,
         D                              G
But his eyes are on the prize and his faith ain't gonna stray,
         C                   G
He's an old hippie he knows what his life is for,
           D                                C      D                  G
Trying to get right with the man before he goes, knocking on heavens door.

[Verse 3]
 G                                  C                          G
He's been confused about the issues,  from Vietnam to Desert Storm,
                                            C          D
But he prays every night for, the guys and gals in uniform,
          C                          G
He ain't trying to convert you just glad for your new start,
        C                                   G              D
And he won't be preaching to you like some born again old fart,
           Bm                                 C                  G
He'll just tell you about the love he's found,  deep within his heart.

[Chorus]
         C                   G
He's an old hippie, getting older every day,
         D                              G
But his eyes are on the prize and his faith ain't gonna stray,
         C                   G
He's an old hippie he knows what his life is for,
           D                                C      D                  G
Trying to get right with the man before he goes, knocking on heavens door.

[Verse 4]
 G                                          C                          G
Well he skips the crowds and the gatherings,  Spends some quiet time alone,
                                 C             D
His family is his universe, and heaven is his home,
      C                                G
He's seen and done it all been in the belly of the whale,
      C                               G                D
He's looked the devil in the eye and sent him back to hell,
    Bm                                     C                 G
He thanks dear Jesus every day, that he's lived to tell the tale.


[Chorus]
         C                   G
He's an old hippie, getting older every day,
         D                              G
But his eyes are on the prize and his faith ain't gonna stray,
         C                   G
He's an old hippie he knows what his life is for,
           D                                C      D                  G
Trying to get right with the man before he goes, knocking on heavens door.

[Outro]
                D                                C      D                  G
Just trying to get right with the man before he goes, knocking on heavens door.