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Lyricist: Nanci Griffith
Lyrics:
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 And he asked me Why do you ride for your money? And why do you rope for short pay? You ain't gettin' nowhere And you're losin' your share Oh, you musta gone crazy out there He said last night I ran into Ginny 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 she asked me Why do you ride for your money? And why do you rope for short pay? You ain't gettin' nowhere And you're losin' your share Oh, you musta gone crazy out there But 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? And why do they rope for short pay? They ain't gettin' nowhere And they're losin' their share Oh, they all must be crazy out there 'Cause 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
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