Julie Patchouli

Julie Patchouli – she was one groovy ghoulie.
She loved me as truly as she could.
Julie Patchouli, she never hurt me unduly.
She never treated me cruelly.  She was good.

Julie, July, Julie and I.
Julie, July, Julie goodbye.

Her daddy was a hippie up from north Mississippi.
The only Mississippi hippie that I know.
He had a groovy old lady. They had a groovy little baby.
Then the groovy old lady, one day, just had to go.

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Back in 1980, old Julie Patchouli,
She carried my baby for a while.
Sometimes when I’m lonely, I like to think about Julie
And our “woulda been” baby. And I smile.

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Julie Patchouli – she was one groovy ghoulie.
But she just couldn’t love me like before.
Julie Patchouli, she never once tried to fool me.
She just, one day, couldn’t see me anymore.

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“Julie Patchouli” appears on Yarn: The Great Unravelling.

© and ℗ 2003 Marques Bovre