Ride - Leopold and His Fiction

I’ve hid in this land low and I’ve seen it change

I don’t know where I can go but I’d ride this road again

I’ve hid in this land low

I rode this land way back when

And I knew there’d come a day

As it goes there’s always been

As it goes with what remains

I rode this land way back when

I rode this land way back when

And I ride this land so far from the coastline through the plains

I’m two feet in an cars

I’ve seen desert views from all freight trains

And I ride this land so far

And I ride this land for days and still I hear words

Every vacant place, every time I come and show my face

I am gonna ride this land for days

I am gonna ride this land for days

I rode this road on the stories I could tell

My well had gone under and my soul wasn’t fit enough to sell

And I for years and I stopped at every town

My pistols and my fear and my kneel, my kneel upon your ground

I am gonna ride this land for a year

I am gonna ride this land for a year

And I rode this road down as far as it’ll go

Every sight and sound, there’s only one thing left for me to know

I’m gonna ride on home to you