| Burial grounds and merry-go-rounds are all the same to me
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| Horses on posts and kids and ghosts
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| Are spirits we ought to set free
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| City slicker pickers got a lot of slicker licks than me
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| But ridin' the range and lookin' strange
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| Is where I want to be
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| I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy
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| I just wanna ride and rope and hoot
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| I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy
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| A supernatural country rockin' galoot
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| Lone Star sippin and skinny dippin' and steel guitars and stars
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| Are just as good as Hollywood and them bullshit disco bars
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| I’m gonna buy me a vest and head out west
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| My lady and myself
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| When we come to town, they’re gonna gather 'round
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| And just marvel at our health
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| Now big raccoons and harvest moons keep rolling through my mind
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| And a home on the range where antelope play
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| Is pretty damned hard to find
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| Don’t bury me on the lone prairie
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| I’d rather play there alive
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| I’m headed out west and I’m doin' my best
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| To keep my pony in over-drive
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| I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy
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| I just wanna ride and ripe and hoot
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| I just wanna be a Cosmic Cowboy
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| A supernatural country rockin' galoot
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| And up is not the way I’m gonna shoot |