Cosmic Cowboy / Cosmic Breakdown

(albüm: Hard Country - 1981)

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
City slicker pickers got a lot of slicker licks than me
But riding the range and looking strange
Is where I want to 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 steel guitars and stars
Are just as good as Hollywood and them bullshit disco bars
I'm gonna buy me a vest and head out west
My lady and myself
When we come to town, they're gonna gather 'round
And just marvel at our health

Now big raccoons and harvest moons keep rolling through my mind
And a home on the range where antelope play
Is pretty damned hard to find
Don't bury me on the lone prairie
I'd rather play there alive
I'm headed out west and I'm doing my best
To keep my pony in over-drive

I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy
I just wanna ride and ripe and hoot
I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy
A supernatural country rocking galoot
And up is not the way I'm gonna shoot