Back In the Saddle (Live at Market Square Arena, Indianapolis, IN - July 1977) Lyrics

I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' into town alone
By the light of the moon
I'm looking for ol' Sukie Jones
She crazy horse saloon, I said

"Barkeep gimme a drink"
That's when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink
That'd make a grown man cry

I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back

Come easy, go easy
Alright 'til 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
I'm back in the saddle again

I'm riding, I'm loading up my pistol
I'm riding, I truly got a fistful
I'm riding, I'm shining up my saddle
I'm riding, my snake is gonna rattle

Well, I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back

Ridin' high
Ridin' high
Ridin' high
Ridin' high

Get up, get down
Get up, get down
Get up

Happy birthday, everybody