Texarkana en route to new Orleans
My baby fell from his bike
And I was told he lay conscious
And he knew death would arrive
Ride, ride, ride, ride...
From weeping trees blue bottles hang
And southern grass come covered with mist
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
No. The dirt devours those who fall adrift
Ride, ride, ride, ride...
They took his body back to the Golden State
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye
And not a dry eye was to be seen
Unless you looked into my eyes
Ride, ride, ride, ride...
My baby fell from his bike
And I was told he lay conscious
And he knew death would arrive
Ride, ride, ride, ride...
From weeping trees blue bottles hang
And southern grass come covered with mist
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
No. The dirt devours those who fall adrift
Ride, ride, ride, ride...
They took his body back to the Golden State
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye
And not a dry eye was to be seen
Unless you looked into my eyes
Ride, ride, ride, ride...