Michael Martin Murphey - Cosmic Cowboy, Pt. 1 lyrics

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. Them city slicker pickers got a lot of slicker licks than you and me But riding the range and acting strange Is where I want to be at I just want to be a Cosmic Cowboy; I just want to ride and rope and hoot. I just want to 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 boogie-woogie bars. Gonna buy me a vest and head out West My little Woman and my Self; When they come to town they're gonna gather round And marvel at my Little Baby's health. Now big raccoons and harvest moons keep rollin' through my mind. Home on the range where the antelope play is very hard to find. Don't bury me on the lone prairie; I'd rather play there live. I'm doin' my best to keep my little pony in overdrive.