Some people call me the space cowboy Some people call me the gangster of love, yeah Some people walking round calling me Maurice Cause I speak of the
painted up Spray net and George Strait riding in her pickup truck Midnight, highway, headed for the club Siam Heartbeat hot spot, looking for a cowboy
in the sun I'm a joker, a smoker, and I'm a midnight toker. She don't wanna hurt no one Some people call me the space cowboy Some call the gangster love
that I seen from place to place But I know she not like any other girl 'cause I couldn't take my eyes off her She had a cowboy hat (what else), a sun
hurt I wrecked a thirty dollar shirt It's the rule of the west When you ride with the best You can live with the hurt It's been one for the cowboys And
, feel my heartbeat It's in every move I make With all the heat now, and all the stories Heroes wrestle for the chance of glory On the edge of day Midnight cowboys
Hobo, tin cup, drink up Bedroll, good ol' hobo Where did they all go Gone but not forgotten Cowboys, riding, roping Real cow poking cowboys Where are
no money if you hit the ground They say, ride 'em cowboy don't let 'em throw you down You're the toughest cowboy in town I have always been a traveling cowboy
On the street they're preaching violence Mister Man, it's in your head On the street the midnight cowboy Needs no gun to shoot you dead Why do I live
hole in the wall But don't you know your arms are achin' to hold her And cowboy even though you're ridin' tall You're riding for a fall Midnight the
early light When the big rodeo comes to town Well, there ain't no top names of rodeo fame No Tibbs nor Larry Mahans Just some local cowboys out to make
moving train It rumbled down out of the mist Into the early morning light Said they stay till the job was Finished if it took them till midnight There
rodeo cowboy I follow the circuit Where top money's paid that's where I'll be found The only thing I own is a suitcase and a saddle Rodeo cowboy I'll
Lightening the function, the form Far from the norm, I won't follow like cattle I'm more like the catalyst, calm in the mix of battle Who let the cowboy
Christopher Clark, Of Music (ASCAP) HANKENSTEIN Midnight in Montgomery Full moon shining on a shack Where a country music legend is about to be brought
just me and Bullseye One midnight in August it came up a storm The cattle stampeded, the lightning did swarm A cowboy who fell was a cowboy who'd die
The disgraced country vicar says it The crazed guitar picker says it The beatnik, the peacenik The apparachick says Babe, I'm on fire Babe, I'm on fire The deranged midnight
' speak Chinese This one goes out to those that order four chicken wings And pork fried rice and roll dice in the hood You think shit is all good Till them cowboys