I woke up in the morning and I raised my weary head. I had an old coat for a pillow and the earth was last night’s bed. I don’t know where I’m going, only gods know where I’ve been. I’m a devil on the run, a six gun lover, a candle in the wind.

Some people call me the space cowboy, some call me the gangster of love. Some people call me Maurice ‘cause I speak of the pompatus of love. People talk about me, baby, say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong. Well, don't you worry, baby, don't worry, ‘cause I'm right here, right here, right here, right here at home. 'Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner. I play my music in the sun. I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker. I sure don't want to hurt no one.