30 acessos
I long for a trip, I don't need no grip,
I'm takin' one more ride
'Way out there in the prarie air
I guess it's in my hide
Oh, the clickety clack of the railroad track is callin'
If a man could know where the Santa Fe goes
when she gets under steam
and the big round bell that bongs farewell
Could hear her whistle scream
He's bound to go where there ain't no snow a-fallin'
One more ride, one more ride
I miss the gloom of the prarie moon
that seemed to know my name
and the tumbleweed where the prarie dog feed,
I miss them just the same
They're all a part of my song at heart I'm singin'
I recall a 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 ringin'
One more ride, one more ride
As the years go by, I wonder why
I long to leave my home
And I hit the trail of the iron rail
away out there alone
But my heart just sighed 'till I know that I am leavin'
If I don't come back on a one-way track
way down from Mexico
You can find me there or any old where
that a tumbleweed will grow
It's goodbye now, you'll never know how I'm grievin'
One more ride, one more ride