| Merry-go-rounds and burial grounds
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| Are all the same to me.
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| Horses on post and kids and ghosts
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| Are spirits that we ought to set free.
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| Then city slicker pickers got a lot of Slicker licks than me.
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| But ridin the range and acting strange
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| Is where I want to be.
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| And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
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| I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)
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| Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
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| Talkin bout a supernatural country rockin galoot
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| Well skinny dippin and lone star sippin and steel guitar
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| And are just as good as hollywood and some boogie-woogie bars.
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| Im gonna buy me a vest and a head out west
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| My little woman and myself.
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| And when we come to town the people gather around
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| And marvel at the little babys health.
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| And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
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| I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)
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| Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
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| I said a supernatural country rockin galoot.
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| Then a big raccoon and a harvest moon
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| Keep rolling through my mind.
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| And a home on the range where the antelope play
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| Is sometimes hard to find.
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| So dont bury me on the lone prairie.
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| Id rather play there alive.
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| Well, Im doing my best I keep my farm in the west
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| My little bronco in over-drive.
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| And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
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| I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)
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| Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
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| Talkin bout a supernatural country rockin galoot.
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| And I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
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| I just wanna ride and rope and hoot (hoot!)
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| Well I just wanna be a cosmic cowboy
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| Talkin bout a supernatural country rockin galoot |