Night Rider's Lament

(альбом: Other Voices, Other Rooms - 1993)

While I was out a-riding
The graveyard shift midnight till dawn
The moon was as bright as a reading light
For a letter from an old friend back home

And he asked me
Why do you ride for your money?
Why do you rope for short pay?
You ain't getting nowhere
And you're losing your share
Oh, you 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

And he asked me
Why do you ride for your money?
Why do you rope for short pay?
You ain't getting nowhere
And you're losing your share
Oh, you must've gone crazy out there

They've never seen the northern lights
They've never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never seen the spring hit the Great Divide
And they never heard old Camp Cookie sing

I read up the last of my letter
And tore off the stamp for Black Jim
Little Dougie rode up to relieve me
He just looked at my letter and grinned

And he asked me
Why do they ride for their money?
Why do they rope for short pay?
They ain't getting nowhere
And they're losing their share
Oh, they all must be crazy out there

They've never seen the northern lights
They've never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never seen the spring hit the Great Divide
And they never heard old Camp Cookie sing