While I was out a-ridin' The graveyard shift midnight till dawn The moon was as bright as a reading light For a letter from an old friend back home
(chorus) she asked me Why does he ride for his money? Why does he rope for short pay? he ain't gettin' nowhere And he's losin' his share Oh, he must've gone crazy out there
He said last night I ran into Jenny They married and have a good life Oh, you sure missed the track when you never came back She made the perfect professional's wife
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(bridge) They've never seen the northern lights Never seen a hawk on the wing Never seen the spring at the Great Divide And they ain't ever heard old Camp Cookie sing
Now, I read up the last of the letter And tore off the stamp for Black Jim then billy rode up to relieve me He just looked at the letter and grinned
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(repeat bridge){they}Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.