Words/Music – Rand Anderson, George Richards
Cowboys and hippies are my kind of people
Walking a road all their own
They gave up the comforts of modern day living for
Choosing the freedom to roam
Now hippies dress funny
They don’t care about money
And they won’t let the man keep them down
They’ll follow the band to the next one night stand
And get lost in the smoke and the sound
I don’t mean to alarm you
Those hippies won’t harm you
Letting their freak flag fly
Just another piece of that good old American pie
As long as there’s land
In need of a hand
The cowboy ain’t likely to change
Roping them cattle
From high in the saddle
Spending lonely nights out on the range
Where home ‘s just another
Sky to sleep under
In the land where the eagles still fly
Just another piece of that good old American pie
There’s no need to stare
Won’t you pull up a chair
With the cowboy, the hippy and me
We’ll roll up some smoke
Maybe all tell a joke
About life in the land of the free
Say hello to your brother
From another mother
And you can tell by that look in his eye
He just wants a piece of that good old American pie
We can all have a piece of that good old American pie