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Night Rider's Lament |
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One night while I was out riding
The graveyard shift, midnight to dawn,
The moon was as bright as a reading light
For a letter from an old friend back home
And he asked me
Why do you ride for your money?
Tell me, why do you rope for short pay?
You ain't a-gettin' no where
And you're losing your share
Boy, you must have gone crazy out there.
He said, last night I ran on to Jenny
She's married and has a good life.
And boy you sure missed the track
When you never came back
She's the perfect professional's wife.
And she asked me
Why does he ride for his money?
Tell me, why does he rope for short pay?
He ain't a-gettin' no where
And he's losing his share
Boy, he must have gone crazy out there.
Ah but they've never seen the Northern Lights
They've never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never seen the Great Divide
And they've never heard ole' camp cookie sing
Well, I read up the last of my letter
And I tore off the stamp for black Jim
And when Billy rode up to relieve me
He just looked at my letter and grinned
He said now
Why do they ride for their money?
Why do they ride for short pay?
They ain't a-gettin' no where
And they're losing their share
They all must be crazy out there.
Son, they all must be crazy out there. |
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