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One night while I was out ridin' The graveyard shift, midnight 'til dawn
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The moon was bright as a readin' light For a letter from an old friend back home.
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And he asked me Why do you ride for your money Tell me why do you rope for short pay
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You ain't gettin' nowhere and you're losin' your share
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Boy, you must have gone crazy out there.
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He said last night I run onto Jenny She's married and she has a good life.
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Boy, you sure missed the track when you never came back
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She's the perfect professional's wife.
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And she asked me why does he ride for his money And tell me why does he rope for short pay
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He ain't gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share
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Boy, he must've gone crazy out there.
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Ah, but they've never seen the Northen Lights, they've never seen a hawk on the wing
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They never spent spring on the Great Divide,
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And they've never heard ole' camp cookie sing.
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Well, I read up the last of my letter, And I tore off the stamp for black Jim.
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And when Billy rode up to relieve me,      He just looked at my letter and grinned.
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He said now why do they ride for their money, Tell me why do they ride for short pay
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They ain't gettin' nowhere and they're losin' their share
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Boy, they must've gone crazy out there
          A            B         E
Son, they all must be crazy out there.