I long for the trip
I don't need no grip
I'm taking 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 calling
If a man could know
Where the Santa Fe goes
When she gets under steam
And the big loud bell
That bongs farewell
To hear her whistle scream
She's bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
A falling
One more ride
One more ride
I miss the gloom
Of the prairie moon
That seemed to know my name
And the tumbleweed
Where the prairie don't feed
I miss them just the same
They're all a part
Of a song of heart
I'm saying
I recall the tune
That I sang to the moon
And it seemed to make it smile
And I rode away
At the close of day
And I stayed so long awhile
But I long to be
Where the memory
Is ringing
One more ride
One more ride
As the years go by
I wonder why
I longed to leave my home
And to hit the trail
Of the iron rail
Away out there alone
But my heart would sigh
Till I know that I
Am leaving
If I don't come back
On a oneway track
Way down from Mexico
You could find me there
Or any old where
That a tumbleweed will grow
It's a goodbye now
You'll never know how
I'm grieving
One more ride
One more ride