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While I was out a-ridin' |
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The graveyard shift midnight till dawn |
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The moon was as bright as a reading light |
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For a letter from an old friend back home |
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He asked me |
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Why do you ride for your money? |
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Why do you rope for short pay? |
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You ain't gettin' nowhere |
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And you're losin' your share |
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You must've gone crazy out there |
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He said last night I ran into Jenny |
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They married and have a good life |
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Oh, you sure missed the track when you never came back |
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She made the perfect professional's wife |
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They've never seen the northern lights |
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Never seen a hawk on the wing |
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Never seen the spring hit the Great Divide |
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Oh, they never heard old Camp Cookie sing |
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I read up the last of my letter |
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And tore off the stamp for Black Jim |
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Little Dougie rode up to relieve me |
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He just looked at my letter and grinned |
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