Lyrics Marty Robbins

Marty Robbins

Ride, Cowboy Ride

Ride, cowboy, ride

Don't ride too slow

Tucson's a mighty long way yet to go

He started his long ride in Prescott

The sun was a hundred or more

On down he rode at full gallop

Into the flat desert floor

Driving the big herd to Flagstaff

In Prescott the letter was there

Happiness soon would be sorrow

Sad news the letter did bear

Ride, cowboy, ride

Don't go too slow

Ride, cowboy, ride

You've a long way to go

Your darlin' now lies on her deathbed

Racked by fever and pain

Reaching for you at her bedside

At each breath she's callin' your name

Forward he leaned in the saddle

Pushing through mesquite and sage

His head never raised for a greeting

As he passed the Wickenburg stage

Ride, cowboy, ride

Don't ride too slow

Tucson's a mighty long way to go

In Phoenix he traded horses

Now on the back of this roan

He could see visions of Tucson

His darlin' and their lovely home

Ride, cowboy, ride

Don't ride too slow

There's still a hundred and twenty to go

In through the ranch gate he galloped

And without breaking his stride

He bounded out of the saddle

And rushed to his sweet darlin's side

Then as the dyin' girl saw him

A smile came over her face

Holding her hand as it tightened

Barely had he won the race

Ride, cowboy, ride

On through the blue

Ride, cowboy, ride

She'll be waiting for you

Ride, cowboy, ride

On through the blue

Ride, cowboy, ride

She'll be waiting for you