ONE MORE RIDE
Words and music by Bob Nolan
As recorded by Sons of the Pioneers (Okeh 5725, 1936)

I'm along for a trip; don't need no grip; I'm takin' one more ride
Way out there in the prairie air; I guess it's in my hide.
For the clickety-clack of the railroad track is callin'.
Here's a man that knows where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam,
And her big loud bell bids a fond farewell; hear her whistle scream.
She's bound to go where there ain't no snow a-fallin'.
One more ride.

Now I miss the gloom of the pale white moon that seemed to know my name,
And the tumbleweed where the prairie dog feeds, I miss them just the same.
They're all a part of the song in my heart I'm singin'.
I recall the tune I sang to the moon; it seemed to make him smile,
As I rode away at the close of day and stayed so long, awhile,
But I long to be where the memory is ringin'.
One more ride.

As the years go by, I'll wonder why I longed to leave my home,
And hit the trail of the iron rail away out there alone,
But my heart will sigh till I know that I am leavin'.
If I don't come back, there's a one-way track way down in Mexico
You'll find me there or any old where that a tumbleweed will grow.
So it's goodbye now, you'll never know how I'm grievin'.
One more ride.

[Also recorded by Hank Snow, Johnny Cash, Marty Stuart, Johnny Bond, et al.]