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.

City slicker pickers got a lot of 

slicker licks than me

But ridin' the range and lookin' strange 

is where I want to be



I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy

I just wanna ride and rope and hoot

I just wanna 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 bullshit disco bars

I'm gonna buy me a vest and head out west 

my lady and myself

When we come to town they're gonna rather 'round 

and just marvel at our health



Now big raccoons and harvest moons 

keep rollin' through my mind

And home on the range where antelope play 

is pretty damned hard to find

Don't buy me on the lone prairie 

I'd rather play there alive

I'm headed out west and I'm doin' my best to 

keep my pony in over-drive



I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy

I just wanna ride and rope and hoot

I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy

A supernatural country rockin' galoot

And up is not the way I'm gonna shoot