written by b nolan i long for a 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 for the clickity 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 he s bound to go where there ain t no snow a fallin one more ride one more ride i miss the gloom of the pale white 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 the song of heart i m singin 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 stayed so long in a while but i long to be where the memory is ringin one more ride one more ride as the years go by i wonder why i long to leave my home and to hit the trail of the iron rail away out there alone but my heart will sigh til i know that i am leavin if i don t come back on a one way track way down in mexico you can find me there or any old where that tumbleweed will grow it s goodbye now you ll never know i m grieving one more ride one more ride one more ride one more ride