Lyrics

Cloud of smoke on the mountain Cup of rain in my hands That river is much too deep And dark to understand Roll me up in my blanket It's so cold and damp Tell that bottle to come back Stop runnin' all around the camp Ridin' high, high, high Ridin' high I had a girl in the city Brand new Ford in the stall Up here in the big pines A man can feel so small Left the crowd at the courthouse All my friends back in school I never did what they said I did But I ran off like a fool Ridin' high, high, high Ridin' high Bluebird singin' beside me Such a lonesome sound Soon that north star will guide me On the trail where the sun goes down Cuttin' wood in the mornin' Chainsaws bringin' 'em down Rich folks readin' the New York Times Out on fair Long Island Sound I miss my cream and my sugar All that big city noise Got an arm 'round my shoulder He's a mean old country boy Ridin' high, high, high Ridin' high Throw a dream on the fire Let 'em all burn down Let the flames take me higher To the place where the lost are found She's my constant companion I hold her tight in my knees I couldn't make it without that horse I'd fall right here and freeze Snowflakes fallin' like feathers Layin' deep on the bough We're headin' up country Ain't no way to turn back now Ridin' high, high, high Ridin' high Ridin' high, high, high Ridin' high