Then sit right down here beside me, FAIR ONE, and listen up.

One night as I was a ridin', graveyard shift midnight to dawn
The stars were as bright as a readin' light, for a letter from an old friend back home

He said, "last night I ran into Jenny, she's married and has a good life.
Ya shore missed a track when you never came back,
She's the perfect professional's wife
She said, Why does he ride for the money?
Why does she rope for short pay?
He ain't gettin' no where and he's losin' his sha----are,
Lord he must have gone crazy out there.

Go ahead, WW, take the next verse..................