Ride, Ride, Ride

Ride, ride

Keep on movin' fast

Sheriff's on your trail, oh Lord

Ride, ride

Long as you can last

Though you're gonna end up in jail

Ride, ride, ride

Guns are made of metal

Forged by the Devil's hand

Hadn't been for a .44

Could have stayed here with my sweet Ann

But it's ride, ride, ride

Ride, won't you ride

Won't you keep on movin' fast

Sheriff's on your trail, oh Lord

Ride, won't you ride, won't you

Long as you can last

Though you're gonna end up in jail

Ride, ride, ride

On my eighteenth birthday

I started travelling through this land

Now, I'm only twenty-one

And I feel like an old, old man

Well, it's ride, ride, ride

Well, it's ride, ride, ride

Ten more miles to the border

Ten more miles and then

Great God, I'll be in Mexico

Never see sweet Ann again

But it's ride, ride, ride

I said it's "Ride" (ride), "Ride" (ride)

Keep on movin' fast

Sheriff's on your trail, oh Lord

It's "Ride" (ride), "Ride" (ride)

Long as you can last

Though you're gonna end up in jail

Ride, ride, ride

Keep on movin'

Fast