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 And a supernatural country rockin' galoot Well, skinny dippin' and Lone Star sippin' and steel guitar Are just the same as Hollywood and them boogie-woogie bars I'm gonna buy me a vest and a head out West, my woman and myself And when we come to town the people gather ‘round 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 A supernatural country rockin' galoot Ah, steel guitar Well, a big raccoon and a harvest moon keep rolling through my mind Well, I got a woman 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 A supernatural country rockin' galoot And there is not a way I want to shoot La la la la