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