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?
SO 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