On a through the desert beneath an overpass Sat two hikers just watchin' go by Now one was wearin' sandles with matted hair colored glasses for his eyes
Now the was a cowboy, he'd been down on his luck his money at the Tuscon Rodeo And he sat beside remained of his trusty pickup truck And like the hippie now he's thumbin' down the
Now some folks realize but it's a well know fact and hippies ain't never got along Now was it just coincidence or some act of fate That brought two together on the road?
Well they sat there without while the morning sun rose high a hot desert breeze commenced to blow And the fragrance of the and six weeks without a bath drifted down and reached the cowboy's nose
Well, man that really did it, he take no more And he tied his old bandana his face Said, "You greasy stinking hippie you'd put a to shame Boy, you're a discrace to the race"
Now the hippie he just sat and gave the cowboy a smile Said, "Man you don't smell so sweet Well I'm not too sure what green stuff is on your boots And on your jeans but whew it's to make a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now listen I ain't that that stuff from you No long haired freak's gonna to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now hold on man, what that gonna do You know never settles nothing anyway"
Said, "You know man, in a lot of ways an awful lot alike Once you get down beneath the Like two books with different covers but the same words We're both of the wind"
"Now we both our freedom and we'll answer to no man And you've heard it to thine own self be true just a couple of free spirts drifting across the land Doing exactly what we to do"
Said, "Now me I got my and you, you got yours And I don't see why we get along They say the closest thing to is livin' on the road In a country where freedom's gone"
Well the cowboy, he just up there and never said a word But you this hippie sure made a lot of sense Well they shook and parted as a truck pulled to the side And the he went east and I went west