Saddle Tramp

Well you pa*s 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 â ~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 International Copyright Secured All rights reserved