On a highway the desert beneath an overpass Sat two hikers watchin' cars go by Now one was sandles with straggly matted hair Rose glasses for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd down on his luck Lost his money at the Rodeo And he sat beside what remained of his trusty truck And like the now he's thumbin' down the road
Now some don't 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 together on the
Well they sat there without talking while the morning sun rose When a hot breeze commenced to blow And the of the incense and six weeks without a bath Finally drifted and reached the cowboy's nose
Well, man that did it, he couldn't take no more And he his old bandana '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 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 to make a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now listen I gonna that that stuff from you No long haired freak's gonna talk to me way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now on man, what good's that gonna do You fighting never settles nothing anyway"
Said, "You man, in a lot of ways we're an awful lot alike you get down beneath the skin Like two books with different covers but the words inside both brothers of the wind"
"Now we both our freedom and we'll answer to no man And heard it said to thine own self be true We're just a couple of free spirts drifting the land exactly what we want to do"
Said, "Now me I got my thing and you, you got And I don't see why we can't get say the closest thing to freedom is livin' on the road In a where freedom's almost gone"
Well the cowboy, he just stood up there and never a word But you know this hippie sure made a lot of Well they shook hands and parted as a truck to the side And the hippie he went and I went west