From the recording New Western Trail Songs
The Last Ride Down from the Mountain
A rough old road goes from Ranch to town.
Ten thousand times you’ve travelled up and down.
Now the owl it calls your name,
and you’ve settled in to claim,
Your last ride down from the mountain.
Listening to the bon fire pop and crackle
Dragging logs with a block and tackle.
Hands as strong as steel, steady at the wheel.
On the last ride down from the mountain.
The alternator broke on that old Willy’s.
And the snow blew off the Six Mile deep and chilly.
But you went out and wired the ground,
so that jeep could get to town
For its last ride down from the mountain.
Pack up all good wishes, choose your cargo well
It will be fine the road ahead.
Saddle bags are made of leather,
an anchor’s made of lead
You will not miss the weight you shed.
These cabin walls have echoed songs and laughter.
Of the Tie-hack and the Cow Poke and the Trapper.
Now it’s your time to go down
that same trail they had found
For their last ride down from the mountain.
It’s up against the wall redneck mothers.
And we don’t really care about the others
It’s just us on this bus traveling with the ones we trust
To see your last ride down from the mountain.
River rocks all piled up in the rain.
Lead us to the place where we began.
Riding shotgun through the years,
grinding down the gears,
For the last ride down from the mountain.
We’ll put another log on the fire.
We’ll tip our hats and say one last goodbye here.
May the washboard in that road rattle easy on your soul,
On that last ride down from the mountain.