I long for the trip I 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
Oh the clickety clack of the railroad track is callin´

If a man can know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam
And the big loud bell that bongs farewell could hear her whistle scream
She´s bound to go where there ain´t no snow a fallin´ one more ride one more ride
I miss the gloom of the prairie moon that seemed to know my name
And the tumbleweed where the prairie don´t feed I miss them just the same
They´re all a part of a song of heart I´m sayin´
I recall the tune that I sang to the moon and it seemed to make it smile
And I rode away at the close of the day and I stayed so long awhile
But I long to be where the memory is ringing one more ride one more ride
As the years go by I wonder why I longed to leave my home

And to hit the trail of the iron rail away out there alone
But my heart would sigh till I know that I am leavin´
If I don´t come back on a oneway track way down in Mexico
You can 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 one more ride