The Only Long Rider I Know

| A | A | A | A | A A He might have needed a longer look, he might have read an old Tschiffely's book, A E the truth will come with ten thousand miles in the saddle. E E He's seen a few good years between criollo ears E A and all he knows is the trail goes on and on, it goes on and on. A A He's the only one I know, pure as the driven yayo, A E drifting past the ghosts of Mancha and Gato. E E He's stacked a few good hopes from the Andean eastern slopes E A and all he knows is the trail goes on and on, it goes on and on. G D A And he's the only long rider I know, G D A A and he's the only long rider I know. A A I'd kinda like to take his place issuing a long-reined equine grace, A E saddle tramping the world on the wind like a stranger. D E He's he'd a few good tears between criollo ears, E A and all he knows is the trail goes on and on, it goes on and on. G D A And he's the only long rider I know, G D and he's the only long rider I know. | A | A | A | A | | G D | A | G D | A | A A I think I seen him in the second row at some forgotten UK show A E and God knows that's a long long way from the saddle. E E The whispering that he hears between criollo ears E A and all he knows is the tale goes on and on, it goes on and on. End-Chorus G D A And he's the only long rider I know, G D A he's the only long rider I know. G D A Yeah, he's the only long rider I know, G D he's the only long rider I know. (Fading Out) | A | A | A | A | | G D | A | G D | A |