On a highway through the beneath an overpass Sat two hikers watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles straggly matted hair Rose colored for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd down on his luck Lost his money at the Tuscon And he sat beside what of his trusty pickup truck And like the hippie now thumbin' down the road
Now some folks realize but it's a well know fact Cowboy's and hippies ain't never got Now was it coincidence or some weird act of fate brought these two together on the road?
Well they sat there without talking while the sun rose high When a hot desert breeze commenced to And the fragrance of the and six weeks without a bath Finally drifted down and reached the nose
Well, man that really did it, he 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 sat there and gave the cowboy a smile Said, "Man you don't smell so sweet Well I'm not too sure what green stuff is on your boots And on your jeans but whew it's to make a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now listen I ain't that that stuff from you No long haired gonna talk to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now on man, what good's that gonna do You know never settles nothing anyway"
Said, "You man, in a lot of ways we're an awful lot alike Once you get beneath the skin Like two books with different covers but the same words both brothers of the wind"
"Now we both love our freedom and answer to no man And heard it said to thine own self be true We're just a of free spirts drifting across the land exactly what we want to do"
Said, "Now me I got my thing and you, you got And I don't see why we get along They say the closest thing to freedom is on the road In a country where freedom's gone"
Well the cowboy, he just stood up there and never said a But you know this sure made a lot of sense Well shook hands and parted as a truck pulled to the side And the he went east and I went west