On a highway the desert beneath an overpass Sat two hikers watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles straggly matted hair Rose glasses for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd been down on his Lost his money at the Rodeo And he sat what remained of his trusty pickup truck And like the hippie now he's thumbin' the road
Now some don't realize but it's a well know fact Cowboy's and hippies ain't got along Now was it just coincidence or some weird act of brought these two together on the road?
Well sat there without talking while the morning sun rose high When a hot desert breeze commenced to And the of the incense and six weeks without a bath Finally drifted and reached the cowboy's nose
Well, man that really did it, he couldn't no more And he tied his old bandana his face Said, "You greasy hippie you'd put a skunk to shame Boy, you're a to the human race"
Now the hippie he sat there and gave the cowboy a smile Said, "Man you don't so sweet yourself Well I'm not too sure what green stuff is on your boots And on your jeans but whew it's enough to a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now I ain't gonna that that stuff from you No long haired freak's talk to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now hold on man, what good's that 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 different covers but the same words inside We're both of the wind"
"Now we both love our freedom and we'll to no man And you've heard it said to thine own self be We're just a couple of free spirts drifting across the Doing what we want to do"
Said, "Now me I got my and you, you got yours And I don't see why we can't get They say the closest thing to is livin' on the road In a where freedom's almost gone"
the cowboy, he just stood up there and never said a word But you know hippie sure made a lot of sense Well they shook hands and as a truck pulled to the side And the he went east and I went west