Saddle Tramp

	Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high
	Never even stop and wonder why
	Maybe it's because you wanna die
	Maybe it's just the way things have to be
	You stay up late and drink too damn much whiskey
	You know that sort of thing is kind of risky
	Maybe it's just because you like to feel frisky
	Maybe it's just because you like to feel free
	Saddle Tramp
	How many people watch you ridin' by
	Like a thunder cloud that floats
	Across the Arizona sky
	And wonder if they're looking
	At a mighty happy man
	Or just a lonely breeze that drifts
	Across the endless desert sand
	Well it's gettin' kinda cold in Readosa
	Abilene ain't gettin' any closer
	One more drink, one more hand of poker
	‘Cause a fool and his money's
	Gonna have to part
	You're too proud to ever show your sorrow
	You don't steal and you won't beg or borrow
	You may be here today but you're gone tomorrow
	There ain't no strings on your boot heels
	Or your heart
	Saddle Tramp
	How many people watch you ride away
	Wonder why you never promise
	To come back some day
	Maybe thinking you were holding
	All the pieces in your hand
	Or are they slippin' through your fingers
	Like the endless desert sand

	Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high
	Never even stop and wonder why
	Maybe it' s because you wanna die
	Maybe it' s just the way things have to be
	You stay up late and drink too damn much whiskey
	You know that sort of thing is kind of risky
	Maybe it' s just because you like to feel frisky
	Maybe it' s just because you like to feel free
	Saddle Tramp
	How many people watch you ridin' by
	Like a thunder cloud that floats
	Across the Arizona sky
	And wonder if they' re looking
	At a mighty happy man
	Or just a lonely breeze that drifts
	Across the endless desert sand
	Well it' s gettin' kinda cold in Readosa
	Abilene ain' t gettin' any closer
	One more drink, one more hand of poker
	' Cause a fool and his money' s
	Gonna have to part
	You' re too proud to ever show your sorrow
	You don' t steal and you won' t beg or borrow
	You may be here today but you' re gone tomorrow
	There ain' t no strings on your boot heels
	Or your heart
	Saddle Tramp
	How many people watch you ride away
	Wonder why you never promise
	To come back some day
	Maybe thinking you were holding
	All the pieces in your hand
	Or are they slippin' through your fingers
	Like the endless desert sand