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One night while I was out a ridin' |
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The grave yard shift, midnight 'til dawn |
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The moon was bright as a readin' light |
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For a letter from an old friend back home |
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And he asked me |
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Why do you ride for your money |
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Tell me why do you rope for short pay |
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You ain't a'gettin' nowhere |
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And you're loosin' your share |
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Boy, you must have gone crazy out there |
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He said last night I ran on to Jenny |
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She's married and has a good life |
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And boy you sure missed the track |
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When you never come back |
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She's the perfect professional's wife |
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And she asked me |
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Why does he ride for his money |
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And tell me why does he rope for short pay |
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He ain't a'gettin' nowhere |
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And he's loosin' his share |
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Boy he must've gone crazy out there |
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Ah but they've never seen the Northern Lights |
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They've never seen a hawk on the wing |
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They've never spent spring on the Great Divide |
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And they've never heard ole' camp cookie sing |
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Well I read up the last of my letter |
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And I tore off the stamp for black Jim |
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And when Billy rode up to relieve me |
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He just looked at my letter and grinned |
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He said now |
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Why do they ride for their money |
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Tell me why do they ride for short pay |
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They ain't a'gettin' nowhere |
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And they're loosin' their share |
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Boy, they must've gone crazy out there |
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Son, they all must be crazy out there |