| On a highway through the desert beneath an overpass
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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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| Now some folks don’t realize but it’s a well know fact
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| Cowboy’s and hippies ain’t never got along
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| Now 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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| Well 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 'round his face
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| 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 he 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
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| And on your jeans 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 freak’s 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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| Said, «You know man, in a lot of ways we’re an awful lot alike
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| Once you get down beneath the skin
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| Like two books with different covers but the same words inside
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| We’re both brothers of the wind»
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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 thing 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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| Well 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 |