On a highway through the beneath an overpass Sat two hikers just cars go by Now one was wearin' with straggly matted hair Rose colored for his eyes
Now the was a cowboy, he'd been down on his luck Lost his money at the Rodeo And he sat beside remained of his trusty pickup truck And like the hippie now thumbin' down the road
Now folks don't 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 these two together on the
Well sat there without talking while the morning sun rose high When a hot desert breeze commenced to And the fragrance of the incense and six without a bath Finally drifted down and reached the nose
Well, man that really did it, he couldn't no more And he tied his old 'round his face Said, "You stinking hippie you'd put a skunk to shame Boy, you're a discrace to the race"
Now the hippie he just sat there and the cowboy a smile Said, "Man you smell so sweet yourself Well I'm not too what that green stuff is on your boots And on jeans but whew it's enough to make a buzzard belch"
The said, "Now listen I ain't gonna that that stuff from you No haired freak's gonna talk to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now hold on man, good's that gonna do You know fighting never settles anyway"
Said, "You know man, in a lot of we're an awful lot alike Once you get down beneath the two books with different covers but the same words inside We're both 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 We're just a couple of 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 to freedom is livin' on the road In a country where almost gone"
Well the cowboy, he stood up there and never said a word But you know this hippie sure a lot of sense Well they shook hands and parted as a truck pulled to the And the hippie he east and I went west