Cosmic Cowboy/Cosmic Breakdown

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 ridin' the range and lookin' 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 rockin' galoot.

Lone Star sippin and skinny dippin' 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 doin' 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 rockin' galoot.

And up is not the way I'm gonna shoot.

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