Texas Hippies

Real Texas Hippies

We are real Texas hippies, born and bred!

Texas has a great history and tradition of producing some of the finest musicians that ever lived! Be careful about musicians ‘claiming’ to be from Texas. Because, if they’re not born in Texas, they are just heritage thieves!

Of course, most hippies leave Texas because of the illegality of marijuana. And, we (like many hippies) have become expatriate Texans, living in Colorado. Some of those currently living in Texas, claiming to be Texas hippies, are definitely not from the great state of Texas.

Compare Texas Hippies

For 5 years, we have been busy exposing fake Texas hippies, wherever we may find them! We even have a convenient comparison guide here! When you find yourself having dreams of Hippie Hollow, be sure and listen to The Hell Raisin’ Hippies!


Hippie Hollow
Hippie Hollow Park

Break On Through

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried?

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She gets high
She gets high
She gets high
She gets high

The Doors, Break On Through

Pancho and Lefty

Living on the road my friend
Was gonna keep you free and clean
Now you wear your skin like iron
Your breath’s as hard as kerosene
You weren’t your mama’s only boy
But her favorite one it seems
She began to cry when you said goodbye
And sank into your dreams

Pancho was a bandit boys
His horse was fast as polished steel
Wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico
Nobody heard his dying words
That’s the way it goes

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him hang around
Out of kindness I suppose

Lefty he can’t sing the blues
All night long like he used to
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty’s mouth
The day they laid poor Pancho low
Lefty split for Ohio
Where he got the bread to go
There ain’t nobody knows

All the federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness I suppose

The poets tell how Pancho fell
Lefty’s livin’ in a cheap hotel
The desert’s quiet and Cleveland’s cold
So the story ends we’re told
Pancho needs your prayers it’s true,
But save a few for Lefty too
He just did what he had to do
Now he’s growing old

A few gray federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him go so wrong
Out of kindness I suppose

Townes Van Zandt