Saddle Tramp
Album - 1976 - Debaser id 185048

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 he 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

I woke up on a cement floor this mornin,
My head felt like somebody been walkin on it,
Don't know how I got here,
Don't remember nothin at all,
but if I done all the things that they say I did,
well I sure musta had a ball

Cause in 30 more days
I'm goin back home,
to see that gal of mine,
but the Wichita Jail
is a long long way
from the Tupelo County line,
I gotta do my time

Well I aint got a cent of the money I had
I spent it
Shirts tore, my shoes got a big hole in it,
Theres a king size knot on the side of my head
and I got one big black eye
But brother if you think I look bad,
you oughtta see that other guy

Cause in 30 more days
I'm goin back home,
to see that gal of mine,
but the Wichita Jail
is a long long way
from the Tupelo County line,
I gotta do my time

Well this nine pound hammer feels like it weighs a ton
makin lil ones outta big ones in this red hot Kansas sun
I just hope I can make it 30 more days
and get out of this mess I'm in,
and if I ever get back to Mississippi
I aint ever gonna leave again

Cause in 30 more days
I'm goin back home,
to see that gal of mine,
but the Wichita Jail
is a long long way
from the Tupelo County line,
I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time
I gotta do my time