Ride On

Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Down yonder in Mexico

I met an old vaquero named Alfredo

He rides bulls in the rodeo

They say Alfredo, why not give it up?

You got everything that a man could want

One bad fall

Will end it all

Guess I'm gonna die anyway

And I like comin' here every day to ride

Ride on

Ride on

I think it's alright

Ride on

Ride on

Juanita is a grocery store greeter

Glad to meet and re-meet ya

Nearly ninety-five

Working nine to five

They say Juanita, why you come here still?

Cause you got enough dough to get you over the hill

You could kick back

And try to relax

'Cause I'm old and my eyes are dim

And if I shut 'em

They might not open again, I ride

Ride on

Ride on

I think it's alright

Ride on

Ride on

What I found at the edge of that cliff

I'd rather die than be another what if

All right

Okay

Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Like I'm never gonna, never gonna, never gonna

Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Like I'm never gonna die, die, die

Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah

Like I'm never gonna, never gonna, never gonna die

Ooh, yeah-yeah-yeah

I play in a rock'n'roll band

I make my living with my mouth to my hand

Sometimes they play us on the radio

They say, why you wanna play rock 'n' roll?

You get a dollar to pay a two-dollar toll, I just ride

Ride on

Ride on

Like I'm never gonna die

Ride on

Ride on

Ride on

Ride on

Like I'm never gonna die

Ride on

Ride on…