G# I long for a trip, I don't need no grip, I'm takin' one more ride C# 'Way out there in the prarie air I guess it's in my hide G# D#7 Oh, the clickety clack of the railroad track is callin' G# If a man could know where the Santa Fe goes when she gets under steam C# and the big round bell that bongs farewell Could hear her whistle scream G# D#7 G# He's bound to go where there ain't no snow a fallin' G# D#7 G# C# D#7 G# 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 dog feed I miss them just the same They're all a part of a song of heart I'm saying 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 day and I stayed so long awhile But I long to be where the memory is ringing 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 leaving If I don't come back on a one way track way down from Mexico You could find me there or any old where that a tumbleweed will grow It's a goodbye now you'll never know how I'm grieving | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# D#7 G# |