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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' |
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one more ride one more ride |
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I miss the gloom of the prairie moon that seemed to know my name |
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And the tumbleweed 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 sayin' |
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I recall the tune that I sang to the moon and it seemed to make it 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 ringing one more ride 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 can 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 |
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I'm grievin' one more ride one more ride |
