I'm back in the saddle again, out where a friend is a friend. Where the longhorn cattle feed on the lowly gypsum wheat. Back in the saddle again, riding the range once more. Totin' my old forty-four, where you sleep out every night and the only law is right. Back in the saddle again, whoopee-tie-ie-oh, rockin' to and fro. Back in the saddle again, whoopee-tie-ie-ay, I go my way. Back in the saddle again. I'm back in the saddle again, out where a friend is a friend. Out where a friend is a friend, where the longhorn cattle feed on the lowly gypsum wheat. Back in the saddle again, riding the range once more. Totin' my old forty-four, where you sleep out every night and the only law is right. Back in the saddle again, whoopee-tie-ie-oh, rockin' to and fro. Back in the saddle again, whoopee-tie-ie-ay, I go my way. Back in the saddle again.