Ryan Ike
White Rider
I was three days’ ride from Tulsa
En route to Santa Fe
And there beneath the blazing sun
My horse began to sway

Was then I heard a thunderous sound
Come risin’ up behind
The hoofbeats of twelve horsemen
Their course locked on to mine

White Rider
White Rider
Ain’t fixin’ for to join your fated line

White Rider
White Rider
Don’t come to claim me ‘fore I had my time

Was four days’ ride from Tulsa
The Riders still in tow
They were dressed in white from toe to tip
Pale horses trod below

And last among their number
A chilling sight to see
The thirteenth horse lay empty
With a saddle meant for me

White Rider
White Rider
Ain’t fixin’ for to join your fated line

White Rider
White Rider
Don’t come to claim me ‘fore I had my time

Was five day’s ride from Tulsa
When I pitched into the sand
My legs gave out, my body lacked
The strength enough to stand

The Horsemen moved upon me then
Their leader to my side
Said “Son, I think the time has come
To saddle up and Ride.”

White Rider
White Rider
Well, day will come we all will join that line

White Rider
White Rider
They come to claim me now I had my time

Now I had my time