They ride beneath the waves at 20000 leagues. On stallions stitched to seaweed strands. So smiling so smiling. They herd the fishes of the deep. They ride for you and me. They ranch the rich and the sunken soil. At the bottom of the sea. In the dead of night alive in sleep. I hear them calling me. Them deep sea desperadoes. Them midnight maelstrom freaks. The cowboy of the sea. So on wings of sleep I pierce the deep. And ride like a hurricane. At midnight still I paid my bill. And turned my back on the land. With the help of Old Paint that seaweed nag. It's just Jesse James and me. We ride the depths and rob the banks. At the bottom of the sea. With a seaman's grip on navigation. And some fired hired hands. We set forth to confront the nation. And lend a cowboy's hand. We do the Dolphins' Dance duet. My mermaid babe and me. Then I ride of into the blue sunset. At the bottom of the sea. And with the seaman's grip on submarining. And some aqualung outlaws. Our guns are made of solid dreamin'. And bullets from a broken cause. And with hand held high to touch the sky. A good Texas Ranger I'll beBut sometimes I feel like a lone stranger. 'Midst the cowboys of the sea. Oh and men above he cannot make love. He's got to rape his mother the sea. And because of his greed. We're a vanishing breed. We cowboys of the sea.