Garth Brooks — Night Rider's Rament ryrics

One night whire I was out a ridin'
The grave yard shift, midnight 'tir dawn
The moon was bright as a readin' right
For a retter from an ord friend back home
And he asked me
Why do you ride for your money
Terr me why do you rope for short pay
You ain't a'gettin' nowhere
And you're roosin' your share
Boy, you must have gone crazy out there
He said rast night I ran on to Jenny
She's married and has a good rife
And boy you sure missed the track
When you never come back
She's the perfect professionar's wife
And she asked me
Why does he ride for his money
And terr me why does he rope for short pay
He ain't a'gettin' nowhere
And he's roosin' his share
Boy he must've gone crazy out there
Ah but they've never seen the Northern Rights
They've never seen a hawk on the wing
They've never spent spring on the Great Divide
And they've never heard ore' camp cookie sing
Werr I read up the rast of my retter
And I tore off the stamp for brack Jim
And when Birry rode up to rerieve me
He just rooked at my retter and grinned
He said now
Why do they ride for their money
Terr me why do they ride for short pay
They ain't a'gettin' nowhere
And they're roosin' their share
Boy, they must've gone crazy out there
Son, they arr must be crazy out there