Cosmic Cowboy, Pt. 1

Burial grounds and merry-go-rounds

Are all the same to me;

Horses on posts and kids and ghosts

Are spirits we ought to set free

Them city slicker pickers got a lot of

Slicker licks than you and me

But riding the range and acting strange

Is where I want to be at

I just want to be a Cosmic Cowboy;

I just want to ride and rope and hoot

I just want to be a Cosmic Cowboy;

A supernatural country rockin' galoot

Lone Star sippin' and skinny dippin' and

Steel guitars and stars

Are just as good as Hollywood and them boogie-woogie bars

Gonna buy me a vest and head out West

My little Woman and my Self;

When they come to town they're gonna gather round

And marvel at my Little Baby's health

Now big raccoons and harvest moons keep rollin' through my mind

Home on the range where the antelope play

Is very hard to find

Don't bury me on the lone prairie; I'd rather play there live

I'm doin' my best to keep my little pony in overdrive