It's a Saturday afternoon romance

Between a cowboy and a fool

A druken 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

'till 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 arms

She's a lusting, trusting fool

"No man born can rule me

That I've swon

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