Well you pass around the pipe and you all get high
Never even stop and wonder why
Maybe itâs because you wanna die
Maybe itâs 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 itâs just because you like to feel frisky
Maybe itâs just because you like to feel free
Saddle Tramp
How many people watch you ridinâ by
Like a thunder cloud that floats
Across the Arizona sky
And wonder if theyâre looking
At a mighty happy man
Or just a lonely breeze that drifts
Across the endless desert sand
Well itâs gettinâ kinda cold in Readosa
Abilene ainât gettinâ any closer
One more drink, one more hand of poker
âCause a fool and his moneyâs
Gonna have to part
Youâre too proud to ever show your sorrow
You donât steal and you wonât beg or borrow
You may be here today but youâre gone tomorrow
There ainât 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 slippinâ through your fingers
Like the endless desert sand
1976 Hat Band Music
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