The Trail Ride

The Trail Ride
Music by Rossini, Forster & Chapin
Lyrics by John Forster & Tom Chapin
© 1989 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

Well, the trail boss said, “Howdy there.”
And boosted me up on the old gray mare.

She was old as the hills
And in much worse shape.
Her back was as hard as a fire escape.
When I said ‘Giddy-up’
She would stand and gape
And refuse to leave the barn.
Hi-ho, Homesick, let’s go.
Never knew a horse could go so slow.
Yodel-ayee yodel-ayee yodel-ayee yodel-oh.
Hi-ho, Homesick, let’s go.

As the barn faded to the rear
Homesick shifted into gear.

Well she creaked and groaned like a rusty door
As we cantered across Route 404
But she certainly moved it a whole lot more
When she couldn’t see the barn.
Hi-ho Homesick, let’s go.
I’m feeling like the Pride of the Rodeo.
Yodel-ayee yodel-ayee yodel-ayee yodel-oh.
Hi-ho, Homesick, hi-ho.

Then the barn came back into view.
Oh no! Homesick sees it, too.

Well, her head went down
And her eyes went wide.
We were off on a roller coaster ride,
Like an avalanche down a mountainside
Headed for the barn.
Hi-ho, Homesick, whoa!
I say “Stop” but you just go go go.
Yodel-ayee yodel-ayee yodel-oh.
Hi-ho, Homesick, whoa! Whoa!
Hi-ho, Homesick, no! Stop! Help!
Yodel-ayee yodel-ayee yodel-ayee yodel-oh.
Hi-ho, Homesick, whoa. Whoa.

Well she ambled over to the water trough
And that’s where I fell off.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Moonboat CD.

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