We’re not doing anything here
We’re not doing anything here
He woke up this morning to the whistle of a west bound train
He saddled up Sadie and walked her out into the rain
Goodbye Missouri, he’s headed out across the plains
Gonna blaze a trail never gonna live in vain
Out across town that dark dirt floor saloon
They’re starting to gather and the joint will be full by noon
Singing Hey Diddle Diddle and humming their favorite tune
Ain’t anyone here doing anything anytime soon
We’re not doing anything here
We’re not doing anything here
Ride the wind before its gone
It’s gone
In that old saloon, they talk about the vaudeville stars
And they bitch and moan how the Gov has gone too far
Lets get out of here he’s heading to another bar
If he ever sobers up he says he’ll learn to play guitar
He topped the rise and coaxed his horse into a run
Riding hard, to the land of the setting sun
There’s true liberty folks for each and everyone
Get up and ride it’ll greet you when you come
We’re not doing anything here
We’re not doing anything here
We’re not doing anything here