On a highway through the desert beneath an Sat two just watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' with straggly matted hair Rose colored for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd down on his luck Lost his at the Tuscon Rodeo And he sat beside remained of his trusty pickup truck And like the now he's thumbin' down the road
Now some folks don't but it's a well know fact Cowboy's and hippies ain't got along Now was it just coincidence or weird act of fate That these two together on the road?
Well they sat there without talking the morning sun rose high When a hot desert commenced to blow And the fragrance of the and six weeks without a bath Finally drifted down and reached the nose
Well, man really did it, he couldn't take no more And he tied his old bandana 'round his Said, "You greasy stinking you'd put a skunk to shame Boy, a discrace to the human race"
Now the hippie he just sat and gave the cowboy a smile Said, "Man you don't smell so yourself Well I'm not too sure what that 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 stuff from you No haired freak's gonna talk to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now on man, what good's that gonna do You know fighting never nothing anyway"
Said, "You know man, in a lot of ways an awful lot alike Once you get beneath the skin two books with different covers but the same words inside We're brothers of the wind"
"Now we both love our freedom and answer to no man And you've it said to thine own self be true We're just a couple of free spirts drifting 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 can't get They say the closest to freedom is livin' on the road In a country where almost gone"
Well the cowboy, he just stood up there and never a word But you know this hippie sure a lot of sense Well they hands and parted as a truck pulled to the side And the hippie he went east and I west