Cosmic Cowboy, Pt. 1

(album: Cosmic Cowboy Souvenir - 1973)

Burial ground and merry-go-rounds
Are all the same to me
Horses on posts and kids and ghosts
Are spirits we oughta set free
Them city slicker pickers
They got a lotta slicker licks than you and me
But riding the range and acting strange
Is where I wanna be

I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
I just wanna ride and rope and hoot
I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
A supernatural country rocking galoot

Lone Star sipping and skinny dipping and a steel guitars and stars
Just as good as Hollywood and them boogie woogie boys
Gonna buy me a vest and head out West
My little woman and myself
When they come to town, they're gonna gather round
And marvel at my little baby's health

I'm just gonna be a cosmic cowboy
What I wanna be
I'm just gonna ride and rope and hoot
I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
A supernatural country rocking galoot

Now big raccoons and a harvest moons
Keep rolling through my mind
Home on a range where the antelope play
Is very hard to find
Don't bury me on a lone prairie
I'd rather play there alive
I'm doing my best to keep my little pony in overdrive

I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
Oh, that's what I wanna be
I just wanna ride and rope and hoot
I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
A supernatural country rocking galoot
And up is not the way I'm gonna shoot