The Only Long Rider I Know - Corb Lund

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 the 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 Mancha and Gato

He’s stacked a few good hopes

From the Andean eastern slopes

And all he knows is the trail goes on and on

And he’s the only long rider I know

And he’s the only long rider I know

I’d kinda like to take his place

Issuing a long-reined equine grace

Saddle tramping the world on the wind like a stranger

He’s he’d a few good tears

Between criollo ears

And all he knows is the trail goes on and on

And he’s the only long rider I know

And 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

The whispering that he hears

Between criollo ears

And 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

He’s the only long rider I know