Small Town Beauty Queen

She was kind of a hippy
Just a small town beauty queen
But her face didn’t know it

He was kind of a poet
He took the road less traveled
But his words didn’t show it

She wanted to be folk star
 played small bars on the road
But the crowd wouldn’t show

He wrote her songs in his book
But his words never stuck
And was always short on dough

Slept each night in their van
Talking about peace and the Man
Too smoked out to  make a thought

Started their days in front of stores
Got a few bucks but wanted more
Blamed the Man for what they  got

She ended up working nine to five
Left the road and him behind
But she still liked to sing his songs

He joined up and went to war
Got some medals and wanted more
But he still writes about times long gone

About a hippy and a poet that just kept moving on