I got blisters on my sisters!
So you like the new shit, you like the old shit,
where were you in '78?
Where were you?
Magic Mountain, baby, Magic Mountain.

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
I said, barkeep gimme a drink, that's when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink, that'd make a dead man rise

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

Come 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, I'll come when I get back!

I'm back in the saddle again
Back!
Back in the saddle again
I'm ridin', I'm shinin' up my pistol
I'm ridin', I surely 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!
Ridin' high!
Yeah!
Ridin' high!
Ooh hoo!
Yeah!
C'mon ?!
C'mon boy!

Yeah!

Mr. Brad Whitford!
What?
I'm sensing you got something up your sleeve.
A Budweiser bottle.
What shit else you got going on?