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Along The Hippie Trail
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I was looking for temptation on the road to Shangri-La
I travelled fifteen thousand miles following that star
I sat outside the Pudding Shop before I headed east
I made the big decision and the devil was released
Back home they got a postcard in the mail
But that was in the good old days
Along the Hippie Trail
I met a girl on Chicken Street, she took me by the hand
She said that it was Karma but I didn't understand
So we partied at the Peace Hotel until the deal was done
And it was consummated at the rising of the sun
Forgive me if I spare you the detail
But that was in the good old days
Along the Hippie Trail
I set out though the passes where the ghosts of Gandamak
Remember all the casualties who never made it back
I passed the golden temple and I headed for the hills
To stop a while at Swayambhu before the winter chills
I thought I had a plan that could not fail
But that was in the good old days
Along the Hippie Trail
Beyond the sacred mountain and the mirror in the lake
The road is never ending, it's the choices that you make
Some long to be enlightened, others nurse their moneybelts
They all end up on Freak Street just like everybody else
There never was a secret to unveil
But that was in the good old days
Along the Hippie Trail
The green-eyed yellow idol never had a claim on me
He never spoke an honest word as far as I can see
But I found a living goddess, well I couldn't ask for more
She told me to relax and so I headed for the store
Where all the fruits of Eden were on sale
But that was in the good old days
Along the Hippie Trail
I headed for the border, I was riding on my luck
I lost my way in no-man's-land, I couldn't give a damn
But I was busted at the station, they were waiting for my train
Just how I made it out of there nobody can explain
I never thought I'd live to tell the tale
But that was in the good old days
Along the Hippie Trail
I made it home eventually, I often wonder how
I'd offer an apology but it doesn't matter now
It taught me to be natural, it taught me to survive
I came home empty-handed but I made it back alive
I even managed to stay out of jail
But that was in the good old days
Along the Hippie Trail
Bom Shankar!
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Richard Gregory London, UK
In 1974 the English teenager Richard Gregory bought a one-way bus ticket on the Hippie Trail to Kathmandu. Some say that he never came back.
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