On a highway through the beneath an overpass Sat two hikers just watchin' go by Now one was wearin' sandles straggly matted hair Rose colored for his eyes
Now the other was a cowboy, he'd been on his luck his money at the Tuscon Rodeo And he sat what remained of his trusty pickup truck And like the hippie now thumbin' down the road
Now some folks don't realize but it's a well fact Cowboy's and hippies never got along Now was it just or some weird act of fate That brought two together on the road?
Well they sat without talking while the morning sun rose high a hot desert breeze commenced to blow And the fragrance of the incense and six weeks without a Finally 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, a discrace to the human race"
Now the he just 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 jeans but whew it's enough to make a buzzard belch"
The cowboy said, "Now listen I ain't gonna that that stuff you No long freak's gonna talk to me that way, get up" Well the hippie said, "Now hold on man, good's that gonna do You know fighting 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 different covers but the same words inside We're both of the wind"
"Now we love our freedom and we'll answer to no man And heard it said to thine own self be true We're just a couple of spirts drifting across the land exactly what we want 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 up there and never said a word But you know this hippie made a lot of sense Well shook hands and parted as a truck pulled to the side And the hippie he went east and I went