"Cosmic Cowboy (Part One)" (M. M. Murphey) Merry-go-rounds and burial grounds Are all the same to me Horses on posts and kids and ghosts Are spirits that we ought to set free Them 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 (hooot!) Well I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy Talkin' 'bout a super-natural country rockin' galoot Well skinny dippin' and Lone Star sippin' and steel guitar They're just as good as Hollywood and some boogie-woogie bar I'm gonna buy me a vest and I'll head out west My little woman and myself And when we come to town the people gather around And marvel at that little baby's health And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy I just wanna ride and rope and hoot Well I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy I said a super-natural country rockin' galoot Well, a big raccoon and a harvest moon Keep running through my mind Hey, 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 to 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 (hooot!) Well, I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy Talkin' 'bout a super-natural country rockin' galoot Well, I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hooot!) Well, I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy I said a super-natural country rockin' galoot And I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hooot!) Well, I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy Said a super-natural country rockin' galoot