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 dally's Big ol' broken knuckles outta place Time and wind and weather had put their skills together Drew a western road map on his face Well he told me his life story For 60 miles or more I told him mine was on the downhill slide And there wasn'ty 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 them kids and break 'em Top hands don't give in 'til 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 hands and said goodbye Well he gave me back the [?] 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 them kids and break 'em Top hands don't give in 'til 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