Its 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

Spare the innocent ones

I'll take you with me

Together we will be drifters free

Got her tangled in his arm

She's a lusting trusting fool

No man born can rule me

That I've sworn

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