| Lyrics and music by Johnny Cash, 1958 |
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| 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 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 where there | ain't no snow a-f | allin' |
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| 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 |