Cosmic Cowboy (Part 1) - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

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

And a supernatural country rockin' galoot.

Well, skinny dippin' and Lone Star sippin' and steel guitar

Are just the same as Hollywood and them boogie-woogie bars

I’m gonna buy me a vest and a head out West, my woman and myself

And when we come to town the people gather ‘round 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.

Ah, steel guitar!

Well, a big raccoon and a harvest moon keep rolling through my mind

Well, I got a woman …

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 there is not a way I want to shoot

La la la la …