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 80 miles
Well he was standing at a turn out, I stopped to check my breaks 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 dallies
Big old broken knuckles outta place
Time and wind and weather
Had put their skills together
Drew a western road map on his face

And well he told me his life story for 60 miles or more
I told him mine was on the downhill slide
And there wasn't much to tell, just a lot of downhill hell
He said, "Son, you need another horse to ride"

And they're right there for the taking
Just find and catch and break 'em
Top hands don't give in till they try

You can pick 'em, you can choose 'em
You can win 'em, you can loose '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 supper time

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 taking
Just find and catch and break 'em
Top hands don't give in till they try

You can pick 'em, you can choose 'em
You can win 'em, you can loose 'em
But there'll always be another horse to ride
Another horse to ride
Another horse to ride