Night Rider's Lament - Michael Burton
While I was out a ridin'
A grave yard shift, midnight til dawn
The moon was as bright as a readin' light
For a letter from an ole 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 gettin' no where
And you're losin' your share
Boy, you must have gone crazy out there.
He tells me last night I run on to Jenny
She's married and has a good life
Ah you sure missed the track
When you never come back
She's a perfect professional's wife.
She asks me
Why does he ride for his money?
Why does he rope for short pay?
He ain't gettin' no where
And he's losin' his share
He must've gone crazy out there.
Then they've never seen the Northern Lights
They've never seen the hawk on the wing
They've never seen the spring hit the Great Divide
They've never heard ole camp cookie sing.
Well, I read up the last of my letter
I tore off the stamp for Black Jim
When Billy rode up to relieve me
Just looked at my letter and grinned.
He said now
Why do they ride for their money?
Why do they ride for short pay?
They ain't gettin' no where
And they're losin' their share
Son, they all must be crazy out there.
Repeat Bridge, then yodel (sure, you can do it; just try!)