One night while I was out a ridin'   The grave yard 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 loosin' your share   Boy, you must have gone crazy out there.      He said last night I ran on to jenny   She's married and has a good life   And boy you sure missed the track   When you never come back   She's the perfect professional's wife.      And she asked me   Why does he ride for his money   And tell me why does he rope for short pay   He ain't a'gettin' nowhere   And he's loosin' his share   Boy he must've gone crazy out there.      Ah but they've never seen the northern lights   They've never seen a hawk on the wing   They've never spent spring on the great divide   And they've never heard ole' camp cookie sing.      Well 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 grinned.      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 loosin' their share   Boy, they must've gone crazy out there   Son, they all must be crazy out there