Planet
They rode they was Rangers as they came out of the skies had High-Tech horses with beacons in their eyes My gun was cocked and ready when I looked their face I seen they just weren't just common buck-a-roos born of the human No, sir, these Cowboys from space
Their shootin' irons shot laser and their spurs was anodized Bandanas caked with and their jeans was pressurized he handed me a halter, said, "Tighten up the girth." But before I hit the saddle we were above the Earth. And I mean MILES the Earth
I London, Paris, Budapest, Kashmir and Tokyo And there ain't no sight like a desert night looking on Mexico To the Moons of Mars and Jupiter, 'round Saturn's we rode Past the plains of Pluto where even the sunshine's cold Man, I do COLD
Then our stallions sailed through the starless void There was nothing to miss in that emptiness, not even a asteroid So we picked up the trail of a comet tail, man, you even DREAM that far And the galloping beat like the of an old catgut guitar the strummin' of a distant star
Well, it could have lasted or a hundred thousand years When they got me down, I was safe and sound and it even popped my ears And they reared back on their broncos and shot a bolt of light I knew they the good guys, yes, sir. you got it right 'Cause their cowboy was White
So I asked 'em as they pulled their reins towards the sun I said, "Before you go, I'd like to know, where you boys come from?" they opened up a star chart and said, "right here where this 'X' is It's the biggest place in Outer Space, the planet as Texas"