One night while I was out a ridin
The grave yard 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 aint agettin nowhere
And youre loosin your share
Boy you must have gone crazy out there
He said last night I ran on to Jenny
Shes married and has a good life
And boy you sure missed the track
When you never come back
Shes the perfect professionals wife
And she asked me
Why does he ride for his money
And tell me why does he rope for short pay
He aint agettin nowhere
And hes loosin his share
Boy he mustve gone crazy out there
Ah but theyve never seen the Northern Lights
Theyve never seen a hawk on the wing
Theyve never spent spring on the Great Divide
And theyve 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 aint agettin nowhere
And theyre loosin their share
Boy they mustve gone crazy out there
Son they all must be crazy out there