 They met another old hippie named Sleepy John. He claimed to be the one from the Robert Earl song, so they gave him their cash. He bought them some brews. It was a beautiful day in Santa Cruz. They was feeling so good, he should have been crying. The crowd was cool and the band was primed. They made it back up front to their seats just in time to sing with all their friends. The road goes on forever and the party never ends.