| One more ride
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| I long for the trip I don’t need no grip I’m takin' one more ride
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| Way out there in the prairie air I guess it’s in my hide
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| Oh the clickety clack of the railroad track is callin'
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| If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam
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| And the big loud bell that bongs farewell could hear her whistle scream
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| She’s bound to go where there ain’t no snow a fallin' one more ride
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| I miss the gloom of the pale light moon that seemed to know my name
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| And the tumbleweeds where the prairie don’t feed I miss them just the same
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| They’re all a part of a song of heart I’m singin'
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| I recall the tune that I sang to the moon and it seemed to make him smile
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| And I rode away at the close of the day and I stayed so long awhile
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| But I long to be where the memory is ringin' one more ride
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| As the years go by I wonder why I longed to leave my home
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| And to hit the trail of the iron rail away out there alone
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| But my heart would sigh till I know that I am leavin'
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| If I don’t come back on a oneway track way down in Mexico
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| You’ll find me there or any old where that a tumbleweed will grow
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| So it’s goodbye now you’ll never know how I’m grievin' one more ride |