On a highway through the desert beneath an Sat two hikers watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles straggly matted hair colored glasses for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, been down on his luck Lost his money at the Rodeo And he sat beside what remained of his trusty truck And the hippie now he's thumbin' down the road
Now some folks don't but it's a well know fact Cowboy's and ain't never got along Now was it just coincidence or some weird act of That brought these two together on the
Well they sat without talking while the morning sun rose high When a hot desert breeze to blow And the fragrance of the incense and six weeks without a Finally down and reached the cowboy's nose
Well, man that really did it, he couldn't no more And he tied his old 'round his face Said, "You greasy stinking hippie you'd put a to shame Boy, you're a to the human race"
Now the hippie he just sat there and gave the cowboy a Said, "Man you don't smell so yourself Well I'm not too sure that green stuff is on your boots 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 gonna talk to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now hold on man, what good's that do You know fighting never settles anyway"
Said, "You know man, in a lot of ways we're an awful lot Once you get down 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 you've it said to thine own self be true We're just a couple of free spirts across the land Doing exactly 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 They say the closest thing to freedom is livin' on the In a where freedom's almost gone"
Well the cowboy, he just stood up there and said a word But you know this hippie made a lot of sense Well they hands and parted as a truck pulled to the side And the hippie he went east and I went