Another Horse to Ride

Nevada's got a highway

That runs out east of Ely

Where the tumbleweeds and wind can be a trial

Where a man can lose his senses

Counting posts on barbed wire fences

A sign says, ain't no gas for eighty miles

Well, he was standing at a turnout

I stopped to check my brakes out

He had a saddle and his rigging at his feet

I said, I'm going down the road, son

If you don't mind riding shotgun

Throw your gear in back, climb in and take a seat

Well, his hands are rough and calloused

From roping calves and taking dally's

Big ol' broken knuckles out of place

Time and wind and weather

Had put their skills together

Drew a western road map on his face

Well, he told me his life story

For sixty miles or more

I told him mine was on the downhill slide

And there wasn't much to tell

Just a lotta downhill hell

He said, son, you need another horse to ride

And they're out there for the takin'

Just find 'em, catch 'em and break 'em

Top hands don't give in until they try

You can pick 'em, you can choose 'em

You can win 'em, you can lose 'em

But there'll always be another horse to ride

Another horse to ride

He said, up ahead's a mailbox

And a big gate that they don't lock

The foreman there's an old time friend of mine

Well, just let me get my saddle

He'll have a horse for me to straddle

And I'll try to make the ranch by suppertime

I said, man, it's been a pleasure

Your words have been a treasure

And I shook his rough old hand and said goodbye

Well, he gave me back the want to

Something to hold onto

Now all I need is another horse to ride

Another horse to ride

And they're right there for the takin'

Just find 'em, catch 'em and break 'em

Top hands don't give in until they try

You can pick 'em, you can choose 'em

You can win 'em, you can lose 'em

But there'll always be another horse to ride

Another horse to ride

Another horse to ride