While I was out a ridin' the grave yard shift midnight till dawn The moon was bright as a readin' light for a letter from an old friend back home And he asked me Why do you ride for your money Why do you rope for short pay You ain't a gettin' nowhere and you're losin' your share You must have gone crazy out there Tells me last night he run on to Jenny She's married and has a good life Boy you sure missed the track when you never come back She's the perfect professional's wife And she asked him Why does he ride for his money Why does he rope for short pay He ain't a gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share Well he must've gone crazy out there But they aint never seen the Northern Lights They've never seen a hawk on the wing They've never seen spring on the Great Divide They've never heard ole camp cookie sing Well I read up the last of my letter Tore off the stamp for black Jim Bill he rode up to relieve me He just looked at my letter and grinned He said you know I wonder Why do they ride for their money Why do they ride for short pay They ain't a gettin' nowhere and they're loosin' their share They all must be crazy back there Cause They ain't never seen the Northern Lights They've never seen a hawk on the wing They've never seen spring hit the Great Divide They've never heard ole camp cookie sing Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com