One night while I was out ridin’ the graveyard shift midnight ’til dawn                               The moon was bright as a reading 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 gettin’ nowhere and you’re losin’ your    sha-a-are.                          Boy you must have gone crazy out there."                      He said "Last night I run into Jenny. She’s married and has a good life.                         Boy you sure missed the track when you never came 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 gettin’ nowhere and he’s losin’ his  sha-a-re                       Boy he must’ve gone crazy out there.’"                      Bridge                                                                                                                        Ah but they’ve never seen the Northern Lights; they’ve never seen a hawk on the wing       Never spent spring on the Great Divi-i-ide                    And they’ve never heard ol’ Camp Cookie sing.                                        Well I read up the last of my letter and I tore off the stamp for black Jim.                           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 gettin’ nowhere and they’re losin’ their   sha-a-are.                  Boy they must’ve gone crazy out there.                  Son they all must be crazy out there.               (Repeat chorus then yodel)