Ridin’ High
Cloud of smoke on the mountain
Cup of rain in my hands
That river is much too deep
And dark to understand
Roll me up in my blanket
It's so cold and damp
Tell that bottle to come back
Stop runnin' all around the camp
Ridin' high, high, high
Ridin' high
I had a girl in the city
Brand new Ford in the stall
Up here in the big pines
A man can feel so small
Left the crowd at the courthouse
All my friends back in school
I never did what they said I did
But I ran off like a fool
Ridin' high, high, high
Ridin' high
Bluebird singin' beside me
Such a lonesome sound
Soon that north star will guide me
On the trail where the sun goes down
Cuttin' wood in the mornin'
Chainsaws bringin' 'em down
Rich folks readin' the New York Times
Out on fair Long Island Sound
I miss my cream and my sugar
All that big city noise
Got an arm 'round my shoulder
He's a mean old country boy
Ridin' high, high, high
Ridin' high
Throw a dream on the fire
Let 'em all burn down
Let the flames take me higher
To the place where the lost are found
She's my constant companion
I hold her tight in my knees
I couldn't make it without that horse
I'd fall right here and freeze
Snowflakes fallin' like feathers
Layin' deep on the bough
We're headin' up country
Ain't no way to turn back now
Ridin' high, high, high
Ridin' high
Ridin' high, high, high
Ridin' high
