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