Ride the High Country
With a long, cold loneliness that would weaken a saint
ride with brush at my boots I will make no complaint
I'd see her from time to time when I thought she'd moved on
now here in the high country those mem'ries are gone
Ride the high country
to forget the way things were
but on the road from Durango
I see only her
the weather treats me as well as I've treated my mount
when a man's days are numbered only then do they count
for days I won't see a thing or soul to r'mind me
there's a woman's face back behind me
Ride the high country
to forget the way things were
but in the shadows of these hills
I see only her
bridge
O what riches a man can find just from wandering blind
and what distances can be crossed just from drifting lost
I'd see her from time to time when I thought she'd moved on
but here in the high country those mem'ries are gone
still , there's a voice in the wind, tonight spooking my mare
but when I look back no one is there
Ride the high country
to forget how things were
at night I pull down my hat
and see only her
(repeat chorus)
(c)1996 Robert George/Wyman Griffith
