One More Ride

One more ride

Way out there in the prairie air I guess it’s in my hide

Oh the clickety clack of the railroad track is call-ing

If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam

And the big loud bell that bongs farewell could hear her whistle scream

She’s bound to go where there ain’t no snow a fall-ing one more ride

One more ride

And the tumbleweeds where the prairie don’t feed I miss them just the same

They’re all a part of a song of heart I’m sing-ing

I recall the tune that I sang to the moon and it seemed to make him smile

And I rode away at the close of the day and I stayed so long awhile

But I long to be where the memory is ring-ing one more ride

One more ride

And to hit the trail of the iron rail away out there alone

But my heart would sigh till I know that I am leav-ing

If I don’t come back on a one-way track way down in Mexico

You’ll find me there or any old where that a tumbleweed will grow

So it’s goodbye now you’ll never know how I’m griev-ing one more ride

One more ride