I’m back!
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back!
come easy, go easy, all right until the rising sun
I’m calling all the shots tonight, I’m like a loaded gun
peelin’ off my boots and chaps, I’m saddle sore
four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
fools’ gold out of their mines, the girls are soaking wet
no tongue’s drier than mine, I’ll come when I get back!
I’m back in the saddle again
I’m back!