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While I was out a-ridin' |
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The graveyard shift midnight till dawn |
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The moon was as bright as a reading light |
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For a letter from an old friend back home. |
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He said last night I ran into Jenny |
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They married and have a good life |
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Oh, you sure missed the track when you never came back |
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She made the perfect professional's wife. |
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She asked me, |
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"Why do you ride for your money?" |
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"Why do you rope for short pay?" |
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You ain't gettin' nowhere |
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And you're losin' your share |
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Oh, you must've gone crazy out there. |
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They've never seen the northern lights |
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Never seen a hawk on the wing |
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Never seen the spring hit the Great Divide |
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And they ain't ever heard old Camp Cookie sing. |
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Now, I read up the last of my letter |
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And tore of the stamp for Black Jim |
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Little Dougie rode up to relieve me |
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He just looked at my letter and grinned. |
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He said |
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"Why do they ride for your money?" |
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"Why do they rope for short pay?" |
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They ain't gettin' nowhere |
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And they're losin' your share |
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Oh, They all must be crazy out there. |
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They've never seen the northern lights |
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Never seen a hawk on the wing |
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Never seen the spring at the Great Divide |
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And they ain't ever heard old Camp Cookie sing... |
