Let Time Ride

Young and wild as a buck in Tennessee

No Dad at home, the oldest of three

Worked the biggest farm in our town

Mama prayed someday I'd settle down

I can hear the voice of time calling

Like the rain on the rooftops quickly falling

A train run out of track, with no way to turn back

Hold on tight and let time ride

Flowing hair in the bright sunshine morn

I met a girl and then I met the Lord

Though Mama's gone, I know she'd be proud

I made that farm my very own somehow

I can hear the voice of time calling

Like the rain on the rooftops quickly falling

A train run out of track, with no way to turn back

Hold on tight and let time ride

My blue eyes slowing fading into grey

Sweetheart in the yard, kids out to play

Memories that time cannot erase

In my heart and mind, a smile upon my face

I can hear the voice of time calling

Like the rain on the rooftops quickly falling

A train run out of track, with no way to turn back

Hold on tight and let time ride

A train run out of track, with no way to turn back

Hold on tight and let time ride