Saddle Tramp

"Saddle Tramp"
 Well you pass 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 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
 '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