Twas the night before Alpine and all through Columbus.
not a hippie was lingering, not even
The cars were all loaded to the ceiling with care,
with hopes that they remembered their old camping chairs.
The drugs were nestled all snug in their place,
where no sherrif will find them, just to be safe.
with my girlfriend in patchwork, and myself in Tie-Dye,
We had set ourselves out for a long summers drive.
Out of the lot and towards the freeway,
through Ohio, and Indy and into the next day.
Waking early next morning to rest area Phish chatter,
70 Hippies taking showers using hand sinks and water.
Awake and refreshed as we finish the drive,
nearing East Troy and Apline we begin to unwind.
At a rest stop a few miles down Highway 43,
The people are waiting for the time to be 3:00.
Its into the Lots and the fun can begin,
Whos got my, whatever that you can imagine.
Through the front doors of Alpine and over the hill,
lays a beautiful, crowded, live music thrill.
On Guyute, On Fluffhead, On the Wedge, and Zero
Tonight they played everything but Time Loves a Hero.
As the crowd shuffled out to continue the show,
I sold cookies and sodas to replenish my dough.
With no tickets for Deer Creek, to be found on the lot,
We bought us a bag of the stinkiest pot.
As we drove home all stoned wearing hemp necklaces,
we were happy to have gone to the places we did!