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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' 
     A 
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-fallin' 
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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