D
Some folks like the city
            Em
Grass thats curried smooth and green
         A7
Theaters and stranglin collars
                  D
Wagons run by gas olene
But for me its hawse and saddle
         Em
Everyday without a change
        A7
And the dessert sun a blazin
                      D
On a hundred miles of range

       G         A7
Just a ridin, a ridin
        D             Em
Dessert riplin in the sun.................
          G              Em
Mountains blue along the skyline
        A7                    D
I don't envey anyone when I'm riden

When my feet is in my stirrups
       Em
And my hawse is on the bust
         A7
With his hooves a flashin lightnin
                     D
In a cloud of golden dust
And the bawl-in of the cattle
     Em
Is a com-in down the wind
       A7
Then a finer life than riden
                        D
Would be mighty hard to find

       G        A7
Just a ridin, a ridin
        D                    Em
Spittin long cracks thru the air.............
        G         Em
Stirrin up a baby cyclone
       A7                           D
Rippin up the prickly pear when I'm ridin

I don't need no art exhibits
         Em
When the sunset does her best
         A7
Painting ever-lasting glory
                         D
On the moun-tains to the west
And your opry sounds so foolish
         Em
When the night-bird starts his tune
        A7
And the desserts silver mounted
                      D
By the touches of the moon

       G        A7
Just a ridin, a ridin
    D                  Em
Who can envy kings and czars..............
     G                Em
When the coyotes down the valley
      A7                           D
Are a singin to the stars when i'm ridin

When my last long trail is ended
       Em
And my final bacons curled
        A7
And the last great roundups finished
                         D
At the home ranch of the world
I don't want no harps nor halos
          Em
Robes nor other dressed up things
         A7
Just let me ride the starry ranges
                        D
On a spotted horse with wings

       G        A7
Just a ridin, a ridin
       D                Em
Nothin I'd like half so well..............
     G              Em
As a roundin up the sinners
          A7                         D
That have wondered out of hell and a ridin,
Just a ridin