Ride, Cowboy, Ride
by Marty Robbins
Ride, cowboy, ride
Don’t ride too slow
Tucson’s a mighty long w
ay yet to go
He started his long ride in P
rescott
The sun was a hundred or m
ore
On down he rode at full g
allop
Into the
flat desert f
loor
Driving the big herd to F
lagstaff
In Prescott the letter was t
here
Happiness soon would be s
orrow
Sad news the l
etter did b
ear
Ride, cowboy, ride
Don’t go too slow
Ride, cowboy, ride
You’ve a
long way to go
Your darlin’ now lies on her d
eathbed
Racked by fever and p
ain
Reaching for you at her b
edside
At each breath she’s c
allin’ your n
ame
Forward he leaned in the s
addle
Pushing through mesquite and s
age
His head never raised for a g
reeting
As he passed the W
ickenburg s
tage
Ride, cowboy, ride
Don’t ride too slow
Tucson’s a mighty long w
ay yet to go
In Phoenix he traded h
orses
Now on the back of this r
oan
He could see visions of T
ucson
His darlin’ and t
heir lovely h
ome
Ride, cowboy, ride
Don’t ride too slow
There’s still a hundred and t
wenty to go
In through the ranch gate he g
alloped
And without breaking his s
tride
He bounded out of the s
addle
And rushed to his s
weet darlin’s si
de
Then as the dyin’ girl s
aw him
A smile came over her f
ace
Holding her hand as it t
ightened
Barely had
he won the
race
Ride, cowboy, ride
On through the blue
Ride, cowboy, ride
She’ll be
waiting for you
Ride, cowboy, ride
On through the blue
Ride, cowboy, ride
She’ll be
waiting f
or y
ou
(Thanks to Joe Q. for tabs)
