On a highway through the desert beneath an Sat two just watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' with straggly matted hair Rose glasses for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, been 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 he's thumbin' the road
Now some folks don't realize but it's a well know Cowboy's and hippies ain't got along Now was it just or some weird act of fate That these two together on the road?
Well they sat there without talking while the morning sun high When a hot desert breeze to blow And the fragrance of the incense and six without 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 'round his Said, "You greasy stinking hippie you'd put a to shame Boy, you're a discrace to the race"
Now the hippie he just sat there and gave the cowboy a Said, "Man you smell so sweet yourself Well I'm not too sure what that green stuff is on your And on your jeans but whew it's enough to make a belch"
The said, "Now listen I ain't gonna that that stuff from you No haired freak's 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 beneath the skin Like two books with different covers but the same words We're brothers of the wind"
"Now we both our freedom and we'll answer to no man And you've heard it said to thine own 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 and you, you got yours And I see why we can't get along They say the closest thing to freedom is on the road In a where freedom's almost gone"
Well the cowboy, he just stood up and never said a word But you know this sure made a lot of sense Well they shook hands and parted as a pulled to the side And the hippie he went and I went west