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

Riding into town alone by the light of the Moon
I'm looking for old Sukie Jones, she crazy horse saloon
Barkeep, give me 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
Back in the saddle
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, come easy, go easy, all right until the rising Sun
Rising Sun
I'm calling all the shots tonight, I'm like a loaded gun
Peeling off my boots and chaps, I'm saddle sore
Four bits gets you time in the racks, I scream for more
Fool's gold out of their mines, the girls are soaking wet
No tongue's drier than mine, I'll come when I get back
I get back

I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
Back in the saddle again
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm riding, I'm loading up my pistol
Loading up my pistol, baby, gimme a round
I'm riding, I really got a fistful
Really got a fistful, baby, come to my house
I'm riding, I'm shining up my saddle
Come on, baby, let's mess around
I'm riding, this snake is gonna rattle
This snake is gonna rattle tonight

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

Riding high
Riding high
Riding high
Riding high