Harry Hippie(Rerecorded Version)-Bobby Womack

Everybody claims that they want the best things Outta life, (ha) but not everyone, not everyone Want to got through the toils and strifes. Like this particular fella, walks around All day long singing this song Harry Hippie, lies asleep in the shade, Life don't bug him cause he Thinks he's got it made. He never worry about nothing in particular Oh he might even sell free press on Sunset. I'd like to help a man when he's down But I can't help him much When he's sleeping on the ground. He's like a bottle in water Harry just floats through life Walks around all day long singing this song Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh yeah Mary Hippie, she's Harry's lady Panhandles money just to feed Harry's baby. She can lie down a story so incredible Man, you want to help her take the food Home and put it on the table. I'd like to help a man when he's down, But I can't help ya Harry If you want to sleep on the ground. Sorry Harry, you're too much weight To carry around. But he still walks around all day singin' this song Street child, street child, tell me where Will you be goin' When old man winter gets his horn And starts blowin' Will you hang around LA Or hitch a ride on a freeway Meet an old familiar face in a new place. I'd like to help a man when he's down But how can I help him If he's somewhere outta town Sorry Harry, think I'm gonna put you down. Everybody help me sing this song, oh yeah,