Cowboy Star

(Puerta - Pack - North - Drummond)
 Of man's progress I don't give a hoot
 And man's estrangements Of nature's arrangements
 Has given cause for my heartbreak To boot
 The simple life though Filled with strife
 And struggle with the land
 Still remained its simple self
 And that I understand
 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
 (But) Hump back brahmas
 Lovely cow mamas
 Saw dust floor saloons
 Dance hall queens Romanced in my dreams
 So why pop my baloon?
 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...