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One More Ride

(Bob Nolan)


Sing Along with the Sons of the Pioneers


How I long for a trip, donít need no grip,

Iím taking one more ride

ĎWay out there in the prairie air.

I guess itís in my hide

For the clickety-clack of the railroad track is calliní.

Hereís a man that knows where the Santa Fe goes

When she gets under steam.

And her big loud bell bids a fond farewell,

Hear her whistle scream.

Sheís bound to go where there ainít no snow a-falliní.

One more ride!


How I miss the gloom of the pale white moon

That seemed to know my name.

And the tumbleweeds where the prairie dog feeds,

I miss them just the same.

Theyíre all a part of the song in my heart Iím singiní.

I recall the tune I sang to the moon,

It seemed to make him smile

As I rode away at the close of day

And stayed so long awhile.

But I long to be with the memory heís bringiní.

One more ride!


As the years roll by I wonder why

I long to leave my home

And hit the trail of the iron rail

ĎWay out there alone.

But my heart will sigh till I know that I am leaviní.

If I donít come back, thereís a one-way track

Way down in Mexico.

Youíll find me there or any old where

That a tumbleweed will grow.

So, itís goodbye now youíll never know how Iím grieviní.

One more ride!





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