Can somebody tell meWhat's going on?Stuck in the saddle from the first light of dawnWorried if dying from one of them hornsStuck in my belly is worth being poorStuck in the saddleFor found and a dollar a dayI'll never be rich, I found out too soonNever could seem to get past the saloonCowboys and money don't mix, can't you see?Meet only briefly, then part companyStuck in the saddleFor found and a dollar a dayA dollar a day, thirty and foundDays in the saddle and nights on the groundSometimes I wonder if I should stayStuck in the saddle for found and a dollar a dayA dollar a day, thirty and foundDays in the saddle and nights on the groundSometimes I wonder if I should stayStuck in the saddle for found and a dollar a day
