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 . . . I'll spare the innocent ones And take you with me Together we will be drifters free" Got her tangled in his arms She's a lusting, trusting fool "There's no man born that can rule me And that I've sworn But stranger if you do I'll belong to you If you do . . . would you spare the innocent ones And take me with you? Can't you love the land And love me too?" As he grows sober Sees his love anew In the morning light so true He gets on the move... On the move