On a highway the desert beneath an overpass Sat two hikers just cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles with straggly hair colored glasses for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, been down on his luck his money at the Tuscon Rodeo And he sat what remained of his trusty pickup truck 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 just coincidence or some weird act of That these two together on the road?
they sat there without talking while the morning sun rose high When a hot desert breeze commenced to And the fragrance of the and six weeks without a bath Finally down and reached the cowboy's nose
Well, man that really did it, he take no more And he his old bandana 'round his face Said, "You greasy stinking hippie 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 smell so sweet yourself Well I'm not too sure what that green stuff is on your And on your but whew it's enough to make a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now listen I ain't gonna that that stuff you No long haired freak's gonna to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now hold on man, what good's that do You know fighting settles nothing anyway"
Said, "You know man, in a lot of ways we're an lot alike Once you get beneath the skin Like two books with different covers but the same inside both brothers of the wind"
"Now we both our freedom and we'll answer to no man And you've it said to thine own self be true We're a couple of free 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 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