On a highway through the beneath an overpass Sat two hikers watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles with straggly matted colored 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 beside what remained of his trusty pickup And like the hippie now thumbin' down the road
Now some folks don't realize but a well know fact Cowboy's and ain't never got along Now was it coincidence or some weird act of fate That brought these two on the road?
Well they sat there talking while the morning sun rose high When a hot breeze commenced to blow And the fragrance of the incense and six weeks without a Finally down and reached the cowboy's nose
Well, man really did it, he couldn't take no more And he tied his old bandana 'round his Said, "You greasy stinking hippie you'd put a skunk to 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 that stuff is on your boots And on your jeans but whew it's to make a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now listen I ain't gonna that that stuff you No long haired freak's talk to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now hold on man, what that gonna 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 books different covers but the same words inside both brothers of the wind"
"Now we both our freedom and we'll 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 exactly what we to do"
Said, "Now me I got my thing and you, you got And I don't see why we can't get They say the closest 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 sure made a lot of sense they shook hands and parted as a truck pulled to the side And the hippie he went east and I west