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 'outta set free
Them city slicker pickers, they gotta lot of slicker licks than you and me,
but riding the range and acting strange is where I wanna' be, at.
I just wanna' be a cosmic cowboy, I just wanna' ride and rope and hoot!
I just wannna' be a cosmic cowboy,
a supernatural, country- rockin' galoot.
Lone star sippin' and skinny- dippin' and steel guitars and stars.
Just as good as Hollywood and them boogie-woogie bars.
Gonna' buy me a vest and head out west, my little woman and myself,
When they come to town, they gonna' gather 'round, and marvel at my little
baby’s health.
I just gonna' be a cosmic cowboy, I’m just gonna' ride and rope and hoot!
I just wanna' be a cosmic cowboy,
a supernatural, country- rockin' galoot.
(harmonica, steel guitar break)
Now big racooons and harvest moons, keep a-rollin' through my mind.
Home on the range where the antelope play is very hard to find.
Don’t bury me on the lone prarie, I’d rather play there alive, I’m doing my
best to keep my little pony in over-drive.
I just wanna' be a cosmic cowboy,
(oh that’s what I wanna' be)
I just wanna' ride and rope and hoot!
I just wannna' be a cosmic cowboy,
a supernatural, country- rockin' galoot.
And up his knife away,
I’m a gonna' shoot!