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On a highway thru the desert beneath an over pass |
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Sat two hikers just watchin' cars go by |
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Now one was wearin' sandles with straggly matted hair |
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Rose colored glasses for his eyes |
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Now the other was a cowboy he'd been down on his luck |
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Lost his money at the Tuscon rodeo |
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And he sat beside what remained of his trusty pickup truck |
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And like the hippie now he's thumbin' down the road |
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Some folks don't realize that it's a well know fact |
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Cowboy's and hippies ain't never got along |
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Was it just coincidence or some weird act of fate |
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That brought these two together on the road |
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They sat there without talking while the morning sun rose high |
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When a hot desert breeze commenced to blow |
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And the fragrance of the incense and six weeks without a bath |
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Finally drifted down and reached the cowboy's nose |
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Well man that really did it he couldn't take no more |
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And he tied his old bandana around his face |
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He said you greasy stinking hippie you'd put a skunk to shame |
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Boy you're a discrace to the human race |
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Now the hippie just sat there and gave the cowboy a smile |
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Said man you don't smell so sweet yourself |
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Well I'm not too sure what that green stuff is on your boots and on your jeans |
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But whew it's enough to make a buzzard belch |
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The cowboy said now listen I ain't gonna that that stuff from you |
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No long haired freaks gonna talk to me that way get up |
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Well the hippie said, now hold on man, what good's that gonna do |
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You know fighting never settles nothing anyway |
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Now we both love our freedom and we'll answer to no man |
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And you've heard it said to thine own self be true |
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We're just a couple of free spirts drifting across the land |
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Doing exactly what we want to do |
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Said now me I got my things and you you got yours |
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And I don't see why we can't get along |
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They say the closest thing to freedom is livin' on the road |
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In a country where freedom's almost gone |
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Well the cowboy, he just stood up there and never said a word |
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But you know this hippie sure made a lot of sense |
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They shook hands and parted as a truck pulled to the side |
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And the hippie he went East and I went West |
