Ride

Used to be silent
Used to be open
Used to be romance in a life on the plains
Now it's Exxons and K-Marts
Best Westerns, McDonald's
And my cattle graze on the big missile range

Ride, ride
Get along little doggies
Ride, ride
So gold in the sun
Yippy-aye boys
Here the dinner bell ringin'
Get along little doggies
For day's about done

Can't find the campfire
Can't find the kettle
Can't find my harp or my steel-string guitar
When I turn off my headlights
And gaze at the heavens
See satellites pass between Venus and Mars

The blacktops are fadin'
Turnpikes are openin'
But somehow it just ain't the same as before
For it's up in the morning
In search of the dollar
And there's no time for ridin' 'round here anymore

Ride, ride
Get along little doggies
Ride, ride
So gold in the sun
We're a long way
From the wide open spaces
Get along little doggies
For day's about done
Get along little doggies
For the West it is won



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Leonard Berger
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