Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah Some call me the gangster of love Some people call me Maurice Cause I speak of the pompitous of love People
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah Some call me the gangster of love Some people call me Maurice 'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love People
My dark hour My dark hour, you know it's drivin' me wild Well, well, I went to see the doctor And I had my fortune read And you know the doctor told
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Well don't you let nobody turn you 'round Turn you 'round, turn you 'round Well don't you let nobody turn you 'round You got to keep on walkin', keep
Ooh yeah, you better come on into my kitchen Because it is going to be rainin', I know You better come on into my kitchen Because it is going to be rainin
Pack my bags Don't be too slow I should have quit you baby A long time ago Left you flat And split for Mexico Don't try to stop me Child, you'
I was down in Nashville just payin' my dues Headed for Ohio when I read the news 'Bout the people demonstrating 'gainst the President's views Four
Gonna leave the city put my troubles behind People in the city goin' out of their minds Goin' to the country just to feel like gold People in the country
Kow Kow Calqulator Was a very smooth operator Had himself a pet alligator Kept it in a chrome elevator, yeah When the sun began to shine The alligator
Oh little girl, all mine Hey, you sure are fine I'm gonna take you home That's where you belong Cause you were born to discover You're made to love
Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A. Doot
She's a quicksilver girl A lover of the world She spreads her wings And she's free She's a quicksilver girl A lover of the world She's seen every
Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma Shu ba da du ma ma ma Shu ba da du ma ma ma ma Shu ba da du ma ma ma Yeeaahh Come on baby Let's slip away You know I'
Summer, fall, winter, spring Of the seasons I will sing To help you through your birth As you spend your time on earth In the wind The summer song
Winter's people watching As I sail from season's four To join some crazy ladies In a game upon the shore None of them with broken wings But still
Way down in Alabama There's a girl just a waitin' for me She don't have to worry She don't have to hurry Lord, I keep her so happy She's my sugar
Recorded live at the Aquarius Theatre, Boston You know If somebody, somewhere done you wrong Oh, don't worry about your revenge, no I said if somebody
