One more ride I will long 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
Translation: Snow, Hank. One More Ride.
there I had but one chance and that was to run Out to the backdoor of Rosa's I ran out where the horses were tied I caught a good one it looked like
stray, from the old home go away, Though I loved her still her pleadings were in vain Dry those tears boys please, don't cry, one more roundup we will ride