No Country For Spacemen

Spacemen gonna rock and spacemen gonna roll They're jumping to the funk and they're grooving to the soul They're dancing to the hip hop, can you feel a disco beat? And you know they like that jazz when they're down on Bourbon Street We got Rocketman and Major Tom, and Space Trucking is hip And Starman got aboard that supersonic rocket ship So I need someone to start explaining to me then Why there ain't no country for spacemen. We got our ranches and our rodeos Our Stetsons and our boots Our stockyards where we drive our herds From pastures into chutes Since we were born to ride it's time to leave that cattle pen And bring some country to Spacemen Now Houston's got them their Mission Control And if country's heart is Abilene, then Houston is its soul And Huntsville, Alabama has a place for rockets too That's the same great state that gave us Hank and Emmylou Now I'm not normally one that goes off running at the mouth But it seems to me that NASA likes to do its thing down south So I've asked you once before, and I'm askin' it again Why there ain't no country for spacemen We got our ranches and our rodeos Our Stetsons and our boots Our stockyards where we drive our herds From pastures into chutes Since we were born to ride it's time to leave that cattle pen And bring some country to Spacemen Now they take 'em to the launchpad in a big ol' pickup truck 'Fore they blast out into space, they're kissin' Mama for good luck You know they'll do their duty in the sunshine and the rain Last time I saw the shuttle, they were movin' it by train If you fly to space, or mend a fence, you still need you a plan Now they took over a mountain, why they calling it Cheyenne? S can't you tell me something while you're counting down from 10 Why there ain't no country for Spacemen We got our ranches and our rodeos Our Stetsons and our boots Our stockyards where we drive our herds From pastures into chutes Since we were born to ride it's time to leave that cattle pen And bring some country to Spacemen Now I don't wanna hear you say that space ain't honky tonk When flyin' on a rocket's just like bustin' on a bronc And bouncing 'cross the moon seems like ridin' on the range And callin' them Space Cowboys, ain't that just a little strange Now you really can't be country, 'less you've slept under the stars Captain Kirk, he ain't the only one who's getting drunk in bars SO something bad's been happening, I need to know since when There ain't no country for spacemen We got our ranches and our rodeos Our Stetsons and our boots Our stockyards where we drive our herds From pastures into chutes Since we were born to ride it's time to leave that cattle pen And bring some country to Spacemen I know space can be country, we can wear that badge with pride Since a mustang in a song once told us "ride, Sally ride" And I like to think that Christa was a little country too Like the rest of those who perished wearing red, white, and blue We're gonna need some wranglers when we reach another world To lassoed charging Martian bulls before our flag's unfurled It's a lie that I've been hearing, and lying is a sin That there ain't no country for spacemen We got our spaceships and our rockets Our spacesuits and our boots Our launchpads where we load ourselves On capsules through those chutes We're all ready to ride, now, since we left that cattle pen And we're bringing country to spacemen Yeah we're bringing country to spacemen Yeah we brought that country to spacemen