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1. I long for a trip,
I don't need no grip,
I'm takin' one more ride
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'Way out there
in the prarie air
I guess it's in my hide
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Oh, the clickety clack
of the railroad track
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is callin'
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If a man could know
where the Santa Fe goes
when she gets under steam
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And the big round bell
that bongs farewell
Could hear her whistle scream
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He's bound to go
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where there ain't no snow
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a-fallin'
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One more ride, one more ride
2. 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
3. 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
