On a highway through the desert an overpass Sat two hikers watchin' cars go by Now one was wearin' sandles straggly matted hair colored glasses for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd been on his luck Lost his at the Tuscon Rodeo And he sat beside remained of his trusty pickup truck And like the hippie now he's thumbin' down the
Now some folks don't realize but it's a well fact and hippies ain't never got along Now was it just coincidence or some act of fate That brought these two on the road?
Well they sat there without talking while the sun rose high When a hot desert breeze to blow And the fragrance of the and six weeks without a bath drifted down and reached the cowboy's nose
Well, man that really did it, he take no more And he his old bandana 'round his face 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 and gave the cowboy a smile Said, "Man you smell so sweet yourself Well I'm not too what that green stuff is on your boots And on your jeans but whew it's enough to 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 said, "Now hold on man, what good's that gonna do You know never settles nothing anyway"
Said, "You know man, in a lot of ways we're an lot alike Once you get down the skin Like two books with different but the same words inside We're brothers of the wind"
"Now we both our freedom and we'll answer to no man And you've heard it to thine own self be true just a couple of free spirts drifting across the land Doing exactly what we to do"
Said, "Now me I got my thing and you, you got And I don't see why we can't get They say the closest thing to freedom is 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 as a truck pulled to the side And the he went east and I went west