He might have needed a longer look
He might have read an old Tschiffely's book
The truth will come with ten thousand miles in the saddle
He's seen a few good years
Between criollo ears
And all he knows is the trail goes on and on

He's the only one I know
Pure as the driven yayo
Drifting past the ghosts of Mancha and Gato
He's stacked a few good hopes
From the Andean eastern slopes
And all he knows is the trail goes on and on

And he's the only long rider I know
And he's the only long rider I know

I'd kinda like to take his place
Issuing a long-reined equine grace
Saddle tramping the world on the wind like a stranger
He's he'd a few good tears
Between criollo ears
And all he knows is the trail goes on and on

And he's the only long rider I know
And he's the only long rider I know
I think I seen him in the second row
At some forgotten UK show
And god knows that's a long long way from the saddle
The whispering that he hears
Between criollo ears
And all he knows is the tale goes on and on
It goes on and on

And he's the only long rider I know
He's the only long rider I know
Yeah he's the only long rider I know
He's the only long rider I know