On a highway through the beneath an overpass Sat two hikers just watchin' go by Now one was wearin' sandles with straggly hair Rose glasses for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd down on his luck his money at the Tuscon Rodeo And he sat beside what remained of his trusty truck And like the hippie now thumbin' down the road
Now some folks don't realize but a well know fact Cowboy's and hippies never got along Now was it just or some weird act of fate brought these two together on the road?
Well 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 drifted and reached the cowboy's nose
Well, man really 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 smell so sweet yourself Well I'm not too sure that green stuff is on your boots And on your jeans but whew it's enough to make a 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 said, "Now hold on man, what good's that gonna do You know fighting settles nothing anyway"
Said, "You man, in a lot of ways we're an awful lot alike Once you get down beneath the Like two books with covers but the same words inside We're both 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 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 where almost gone"
Well the cowboy, he just stood up there and said a word But you know this sure 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