Ridin' High

Cloud of smoke on the mountain
Cup of rain in my hand
That river is much too deep
And dark to understand
Roll me up in my blanket
It’s so cold and so damp
Tell that bottle to come back
Stop runnin’ all around the camp
Ridin’ high high high
Ridin’ high

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 a crowd at the courthouse
All my friends back in school
I never did what they said I did
But I run off like a fool
Ridin’ high high high
Ridin’ high

Blue bird 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 morning
Chain saws 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

Written by Robert Hazard - © 2004 ASCAP