On a highway the desert beneath an overpass Sat two hikers watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles with matted hair colored glasses for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, been down on his luck Lost his money at the Rodeo And he sat what remained of his trusty pickup truck And like the hippie now he's down the road
Now some folks don't realize but it's a well know Cowboy's and hippies ain't never got Now was it just or some weird act of fate That brought these two on the road?
Well they sat there without talking while the sun rose high When a hot breeze commenced to blow And the fragrance of the incense and six weeks a bath Finally down and reached the cowboy's nose
Well, man that really did it, he couldn't no more And he tied his old bandana 'round his Said, "You greasy hippie you'd put a skunk to shame Boy, a discrace to the human race"
Now the hippie he just sat there and the cowboy a smile Said, "Man you don't so sweet yourself Well I'm not too sure what that green stuff is on your And on your but whew it's enough to make a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now listen I ain't gonna that stuff from you No long haired freak's talk to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now hold on man, good's that gonna do You know fighting settles nothing anyway"
Said, "You man, in a lot of ways we're an awful lot alike Once you get beneath the skin Like two books with different but the same words inside We're both of the wind"
"Now we love our freedom and we'll answer to no man And heard it said to thine own self be true just a couple of free spirts drifting across the land Doing what we want to do"
Said, "Now me I got my and you, you got yours And I see why we can't 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 stood up and never said a word But you know this sure made a lot of sense Well they shook hands and as a truck pulled to the side And the hippie he went east and I west