Lyrics:

Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high

Never even stop and wonder why

Maybe it's because you wanna die

Maybe it's just he the way things have to be



You stay up late and drink too damn much whiskey

You know that sort of thing is kind of risky

Maybe it's just because you like to feel frisky

Maybe it's just because you like to feel free



Saddle Tramp

How many people watch you ridin' by

Like a thunder cloud that floats

Across the Arizona sky

And wonder if they're looking

At a mighty happy man

Or just a lonely breeze that drifts

Across the endless desert sand



Well it's gettin' kinda cold in Readosa

Abilene ain't gettin' any closer

One more drink, one more hand of poker

‘Cause a fool and his money's

Gonna have to part



You're too proud to ever show your sorrow

You don't steal and you won't beg or borrow

You may be here today but you're gone tomorrow

There ain't no strings on your boot heels

Or your heart



Saddle Tramp

How many people watch you ride away

Wonder why you never promise

To come back some day

Maybe thinking you were holding

All the pieces in your hand

Or are they slippin' through your fingers

Like the endless desert sand



1976 Hat Band Music

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