Ride Concrete Cowboy, Ride

Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
The open highway is your range
Ten-four little buckaroo
And happy trails to you
Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
Now you're the Bandit on the run
Not a bad guy, just having fun
Still riding hard beneath those Western skies
If there's an ambush up ahead
And you see Smokey's lights flashing red
Remember Trigger and me
Will be on your side
Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
The open highway is your range
Ten-four little buckaroo
And happy trails to you
Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
All those bad guys that I faced
At the Saturday matinee
You and me
And a million sad ol' pals
With a never empty gun
We kept those outlaws on the run
Remember how we fought and rode
Until we had them all corralled
So ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
The open highway is your range
Ten-four little buckaroo
And happy happy trails to you
Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride



Credits
Writer(s): Snuff Garrett, Clifton T. Crofford, John Durrill
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