Standard (EADGBE)

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