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