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Somewhere To Ride

I'm lookin' for somewhere to ride,
Some quiet place to rest my hide.
This city life's tormentin' me,
Now I'm thinkin' 'bout tranquility

I've got a horse, her name is Grace,
She'll take me to a quiet place,
Where crickets sing, and coyotes cry,
Where us weathered souls need to lie.

I just need somewhere to ride,
Somewhere where there's nowhere to hide.
Such wide and open spaces pleasantly
Soothe all the strife that life has burdened me.

There's gotta be somewhere to ride,
Where ol' Grace and I can brush aside
The endless chase of foolish schemes,
Trading hurried lives for quiet scenes.

I just need somewhere to ride
Somewhere where there's nowhere to hide.
Such wide and open spaces pleasantly
Soothe all the strife that life has burdened me.

Copyright © 2011 by Pat Lockwood