Night Rider's Lament
One night when I was out ridin' The graveyard shift, midnight till dawn The moon was bright, as a readin' light With 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 losin' your share. Boy, you must have gone crazy out there." He said, "Last night, I ran on to Jenny. She's married and she has a good life. 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' nowhere, and he's losin' 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 spent spring at the Great Divide And they've never heard ole Camp Cookie sing So 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 he grinned And 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 losin' their share Boy, they must have gone crazy out there Son, they all must be crazy out there."
Written by: MICHAEL E BURTON
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