I was born a hundred years too late
I wasted 30 years trying to compensate
I'll just accept my fate
It ain't fair but that's the brakes
I'll be a twentieth century man, if that's what it takes
My horse is a Harley, my gun's a guitar
Just a space-age cowboy with a stone-age heart
And all I need is a red-necked girl and a honky tonk bar
My horse is a Harley, my gun's a guitar
I ride the range on wheels of steel
I go where I want, and do what I feel
If I get low on gas, this pony don't eat grass
So, let's cut to the chase, and head 'em off at the pass
My horse is a Harley, my gun's a guitar
Just a space-age cowboy with a stone-age heart
And all I need is a red-necked girl and a honky tonk bar
My horse is a Harley, my gun's a guitar
My horse is a Harley, my gun's a guitar
My trail is a freeway - yeah, I'm a shooting star
Just a space-age cowboy with a stone-age heart
My horse is a Harley, my gun's a guitar
My horse is a Harley, my gun's a guitar