It's a Saturday afternoon romance   Between a cowboy and a fool and a fool      A drunken meet up   In a crude saloon   A poor rocky mountain town   He's a scoundrel and she's no pearl   And together they are two lovers cruel      Got her balanced on his knee   He knows exactly what to say   "You ain't been born till you get out of town   And honey you might come with me   You might come with me"      If you do, if you do, if you do, and if you do   Spare the innocent ones   I'll take you with me   And together we will be drifters free      Got her tangled in his arm   She's a lusting, trusting fool   No man born can rule me that I've sworn   But stranger if you do   I'll belong to you      If you do, if you do, if you do, and if you do   Would you spare the innocent ones   Would you take me with you?   Can you love the land and love me too?      As he grows sober   Sees his love anew   In morning light so true   He gets on the move   On the move