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 [C7]say
"You ain't been born
Til you [A7get out of town
And honey,
You might come with me"
"If you [A7do...
Spare the innocent ones
I'll take you [A7with me
Together we will be [Am]drifters free"
Got her tangled in his arm
She's a lusting, tɾusting fool
"No man born can ɾule me
That I've sworn
But stɾanger if you [A7do
I'll belong [Am]to [C7]you"
"If you [A7do...
Would you [A7spare the innocent ones
Would you [A7take me with you?
Can you [A7love the land [Bm]
And love me too?"
As he grows sober
Sees his love anew
In morning light so tɾue
He gets on [C7]the move
On the move
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