On a highway through the desert beneath an Sat two hikers just cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles with straggly hair Rose colored glasses for his
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd been on his luck Lost his money at the Tuscon And he sat beside what remained of his trusty truck And like the hippie now thumbin' down the road
Now folks don't realize but it's a well know fact Cowboy's and hippies never got along Now was it coincidence or some weird act of fate That brought these two on the road?
Well they sat there without while the morning sun rose high When a hot desert breeze to blow And the fragrance of the incense and six without a bath drifted down and reached the cowboy's 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, you're a discrace to the race"
Now the hippie he just sat there and gave the cowboy a Said, "Man you don't so sweet yourself Well I'm not too sure that green stuff is on your boots And on your jeans but whew enough to make a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now listen I ain't gonna that that stuff you No long haired freak's talk to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now on man, what good's that gonna do You know fighting settles nothing anyway"
Said, "You know man, in a lot of ways an awful lot alike Once you get down beneath the Like two books with different covers but the same words We're brothers of the wind"
"Now we both love our and we'll answer to no man And heard it said to thine own self be true We're a couple of free spirts drifting across the land Doing 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 is livin' on the road In a country freedom's almost gone"
Well the cowboy, he just stood up and never said a word But you know this hippie made a lot of sense Well they shook hands and parted as a truck pulled to the And the hippie he east and I went west