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He might have needed a longer look
He might have read an old Tschiffely's book
The truth will come with ten thousand miles in his saddle
He's seen a few good years between criollo ears
And all he knows is the trail goes on and on
He's the only one I know, pure as the driven yayo
Drifting past the ghosts of Manchegato
He's stashed a few good hopes on the Andean eastern slopes
And all he knows is the trail goes on and on
It goes on and on
And he's the only long rider I know
He's the only long rider I know
I kinda like to take his place
Pursuing long-range equine grace
Saddle tramping the world on the wind like a stranger
He's shed a few good tears between criollo ears
And all he knows is the trail goes on and on
It goes on and on
And he's the only long rider I know
He's the only long rider I know
I think I seen him in the second row
At some forgotten UK show
And God knows that's a long, long way from the saddle
And the whisper that he hears between criollo ears
Well, all he knows is the tale goes on and on
It goes on and on
And he's the only long rider I know
He's the only long rider I know
Yeah, he's the only long rider I know
Well, he's the only long rider I know