Cowboy Star - Ambrosia

So city smog and dog eat dog

For some, may hold sublime

Well, as for me, if I had my way

I’d had lived some other time

Praise the Prairie and pass the cake

I’d like to eat it too

But being born now was my mistake

I’ve passed the buckaroo

I’d say you’re right

No chance, why fight?

Why be a Cowboy Star

Hump back Brahmas, lovely cow mamas

Saw dust floor saloons

Dance hall queens romanced in my dreams

So why pop my balloon?

No chance, why fight?

Still in my own right

I’d be a Cowboy Star

Dreams of my life

Are so carried away

If just in my dreams

I could be for one day

Just for one day

Lost in my dreams

I’ll be riding away

Like a Cowboy Star

Stage set, sundown

In my last showdown, I’ll be