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