Michael Burton      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 losin' 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 losin' 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 losin' their share    Boy, they must've gone crazy out there    Son, they all must be crazy out there