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1. I Along for a trip, I don't need no grip, I'm takin' one more ride D'Way out there in the prarie air I guess it's in my hide
Oh, the Aclickety clack of the railroad track is E7callin' If a Aman could know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam
and the Dbig round bell that bongs farewell Could hear her whistle scream He's Abound to go where there E7ain't no snow a-Afallin'
One E7more Aride, Done E7more Aride 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