It's a saturday afternoon romance Between a cowboy and a fool A drunken meet up In a crude saloon A poor rocky mountain town He's a scoundrel and She's no pearl Together they are two lovers cruel
Got her balanced on his knee He knows exactly what to say
You ain't been born Til you get out of town And honey, You might come with me
If you do... Spare the innocent ones I'll take you with me Together we will be drifters free
Got her tangled in his arm She's a lusting, trusting fool
No man born can rule me That I've sworn But stranger if you do I'll belong to you
If you do... Would you spare the innocent ones Would you take me with you? Can you love the land And love me too?
As he grows sober Sees his love anew In morning light so true He gets on the move On the move
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