Cosmic Cowboy, Pt. 1

Merry-go-rounds and burial grounds

Are all the same to me.

Horses on post and kids and ghosts

Are spirits that we ought to set free.

Then city slicker pickers got a lot of

Slicker licks than me.

But ridin' the range and acting strange

Is where I want to be.

And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy

I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)

Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy

Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot

Well skinny dippin' and lone star sippin' and steel guitar

And are just as good as hollywood and some boogie-woogie bars.

I'm gonna buy me a vest and a head out west

My little woman and myself.

And when we come to town the people gather around

And marvel at the little baby's health.

And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy

I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)

Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy

I said a supernatural country rockin' galoot.

Then a big raccoon and a harvest moon

Keep rolling through my mind.

And a home on the range where the antelope play

Is sometimes hard to find.

So don't bury me on the lone prairie.

I'd rather play there alive.

Well, I'm doing my best I keep my farm in the west

My little bronco in over-drive.

And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy

I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)

Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy

Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot.

And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy

I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)

Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy

Talkin' 'bout a supernatural country rockin' galoot