One night while I was out a ridin' The graveyard shift, midnight 'til
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
Tell me why do you rope for short pay You ain't a'gettin' nowhere
And you're loosin' 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 come
back She's the perfect professional's wife
And she asked me
Why does he ride for his money And tell me why does he rope for
short pay He ain't a'gettin' nowhere And he's loosin' his share
Boy he must've 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 spent spring on 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 Tell me why do they ride for short pay They ain't
a'gettin' nowhere And they're loosin' their share Boy, they must've
gone crazy out there Son, they all must be crazy out there
