On a through the desert beneath an overpass Sat two hikers watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles with straggly matted Rose colored glasses for his
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd been down on his Lost his at the Tuscon Rodeo And he sat beside what of his trusty pickup truck And like the hippie now he's 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 just coincidence or some 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 fragrance of the incense and six weeks a bath Finally drifted down and reached the cowboy's
Well, man that did it, he couldn't take no more And he tied his old bandana his face Said, "You greasy stinking hippie you'd put a skunk to Boy, a discrace to the human race"
Now the hippie he just sat there and the cowboy a smile Said, "Man you don't smell so sweet Well I'm not too sure what that green stuff is on boots And on your jeans but whew it's to make a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now listen I ain't gonna that stuff from you No long haired gonna talk to me that way, get up" the hippie said, "Now hold on man, what good's that gonna do You know never settles nothing anyway"
Said, "You know man, in a lot of ways we're an awful lot you get down beneath the skin Like two books with different covers but the words inside We're brothers of the wind"
"Now we both love our and we'll answer to no man And you've heard it said to thine own self be just a couple of free spirts drifting across the land Doing exactly what we to do"
Said, "Now me I got my and you, you got yours And I don't see why we get along They say the thing to freedom is livin' on the road In a country freedom's almost gone"
Well the cowboy, he just up there and never said a word But you know this hippie made a lot of sense they shook hands and parted as a truck pulled to the side And the he went east and I went west