(Michael Burton)
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While I was out a-ridin'
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The graveyard shift midnight till dawn
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The moon was as bright as a reading light
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For a letter from an old friend back home
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[Chorus:]
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He asked me
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Why do you ride for your money?
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Why do you rope for short pay?
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You ain't gettin' nowhere
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And you're losin' your share
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Oh, you must've gone crazy out there
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He said last night I ran into Jenny
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They married and have a good life
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Oh, you sure missed the track when you never came back
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She made the perfect professional's wife
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[Chorus (She)]
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[Bridge:]
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They've never seen the northern lights
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Never seen a hawk on the wing
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Never seen the spring hit the Great Divide
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And they ain't ever heard old Camp Cookie sing
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Now, I read up the last of my letter
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And tore of the stamp for Black Jim
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Little Dougie rode up to relieve me
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He just looked at my letter and grinned
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[Chorus (They)]
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[Bridge (They)]
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Night Rider's Lament
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| Nanci Griffith |
