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

Writer : BOB NOLAN
Copyright : Lyrics © THE SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA