| 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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| Chorus:
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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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| --- Instrumental with Yodel ---
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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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| Chorus:
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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…
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| --- Instrumental with Yodels to fade --- |