Lyrics:

One night while I was out a-ridin'
The graveyard shift, midnight 'til dawn
The moon was bright as a readin' light
For a letter from an old 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 a-gettin' nowhere and you're losin' your share
Boy, you must've gone crazy out there

He said, 'Last night I ran on to Jenny
And she's married and she has a good life
Boy, you sure missed the track, when you never came back
She's the perfect professional's wife'

And she asked me, 'Why does he ride for his money?
Tell me why does he rope for short pay?
He ain't a-gettin' nowhere and he's losin' his share
Boy, he must've gone crazy out there'

Aw, but they've never seen the Northern Lights
They've never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never spent spring at the Great Divide
And they've never heard ol' Camp Cookie sing

So, I read up the last of my letter
And I tore off the stamp for black Jim
And when Billy rode up to relieve me
He just looked at my letter and he grinned

And he said, 'Now why do they ride for their money?
Tell me why do they ride for short pay?
They ain't a-gettin nowhere, and they're losin' their share
Boy, they must have gone crazy out there'

Son, they all must be crazy out there
Yodeling