[Verse]
Well you pass around the pipe
And you all get high
You never even stop and wonder why
Maybe it's because you want to die
Maybe it's just the way things have to be
Well you stay up late
And you 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 riding 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 getting kinda cold in Readosa
Abilene ain't getting any closer
One more drink, one more hand of poker
Because a fool and his money's going to 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 slipping through your fingers
Like the endless desert sand?