Cowboy Star (Edit) Ambrosia

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

Hump back Brahmas
Lovely cow mamas
Saw dust floor saloons
Dance hall queens
Romanced in my dreams
So why pop my balloon?

No chance
Why fight?
Still in my
Own right
I'd be
A cowboy star