i long for the trip don t need no grip i m taking 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 calling if a man could know where the santa fe goes when she gets under steam and the big loud bell that bongs farewell to hear her whistle scream she s bound to go where there ain t no snow a falling 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 
['arkansas country', 'outlaw country']