COSMIC COWBOY
Michael Martin Murphy


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 
A supernatural country rockin' galoot 

Well skinny dippin' and Lone Star sippin' and steel guitar 
And are just as good as Hollywood and some boogie-woogie bars. 
I'm gonna buy me a vest and a head out west 
My little woman and myself. 
And when we come to town the people gather around 
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. 

A big raccoon and a harvest moon 
Keep rolling through my mind. 
And a home on the range where the antelope play 
Is sometimes hard to find. 
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 up is not the way I wanna shoot.