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 lookin' for old Sukie Jones, she crazy horse saloon 
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!  [bad word] easy, go easy, all right until 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, [bad word] when I get back! 

I'm back in the saddle again 
I'm back! 
I'm back in the saddle again 
I'm ridin', I'm loadin' up my pistol 
I'm ridin', I really got a fistful 
I'm ridin', I'm shinin' up my saddle 
I'm ridin', this snake is gonna rattle 
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! already!