On a highway through the beneath an overpass Sat two hikers watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles with straggly hair Rose glasses for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd down on his luck Lost his at the Tuscon Rodeo And he sat what remained of his trusty pickup truck And like the now he's thumbin' down the road
Now some folks realize but it's a well know fact Cowboy's and hippies never got along Now was it coincidence or some weird act of fate That brought these two on the road?
Well they sat there without while the morning sun rose high When a hot breeze commenced to blow And the of the incense and six weeks without a bath Finally drifted down and reached the cowboy's
Well, man that really did it, he couldn't no more And he tied his old 'round his face Said, "You greasy stinking hippie you'd put a to shame Boy, you're a to the human race"
Now the hippie he just sat there and gave the a smile Said, "Man you don't smell so sweet I'm not too sure what that green stuff is on your boots And on your jeans but whew it's to make a buzzard belch"
The said, "Now listen I ain't gonna 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 good's that do You know fighting never nothing anyway"
Said, "You know man, in a lot of we're an awful lot alike you get down beneath the skin Like two with different covers but the same words inside both brothers of the wind"
"Now we both love our freedom and 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 we want to do"
Said, "Now me I got my thing and you, you got And I don't see why we get along say the closest thing to freedom is livin' on the road In a country where almost gone"
Well the cowboy, he just stood up there and said a word But you know this hippie made a lot of sense Well shook hands and parted as a truck pulled to the side And the he went east and I went west