| While I was out a-ridin'
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| The graveyard shift midnight 'til 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 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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| He said last night I ran into Jenny
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| She’s married and has a good life
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| Boy, you sure missed the track when you never came back
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| She’s the perfect professional’s wife
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| And she said now
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| Why does he ride for his money?
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| Why does he rope for short pay?
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| He ain’t gettin' nowhere
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| And he’s losin' his share
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| Oh, he must’ve gone crazy out there
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| But then 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 seen the spring hit the Great Divide
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| They ain’t never heard old Camp Cookie sing
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| Now, I read up the last of my letter
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| And tore off the stamp for Black Jim
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| When Dougie 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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| Why do they rope for short pay?
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| They ain’t gettin' nowhere
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| Damn sure losin' their share
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| Son they All must be crazy out there
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| Because 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 seen the spring hit the Great Divide
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| Ahh- they never heard old Camp Cookie sing |