Went For A Ride

WENT FOR A RIDE
(Radney Foster/Alice Randall)

He was black as the sky, on a moonless night
Real good with the horses, never reigned ‘em too tight
He rode with the best, hell he rode with me
And they got it all wrong in that book of history

It wasn’t cowboys and ponies
It was horses and men
It wasn’t schoolgirls and ladies
It was cowtowns and sin
And there was blood on the leather
And tears in her eyes
We swore at the devil
And then went for a ride

We told some tales, he told ‘em best
Real life can always use a good stretch
But that don’t change the things we did
But the truest thing was the life that we lived

It wasn’t cowboys and ponies
It was horses and men
It wasn’t schoolgirls and ladies
It was cowtowns and sin
And there was blood on the leather
And tears in her eyes
We swore at the devil
And then went for a ride

There’s more than one kind of pain
More than one kind of theft
And it’s bitter as the night
Sweet Jesus wept
She stole my heart, age stole the fire
They stole my prairie when they strung all that wire

It wasn’t cowboys and ponies
It was horses and men
It wasn’t schoolgirls and ladies
It was cowtowns and sin
And there was blood on the leather
And tears in her eyes
We swore at the devil
And then went for a ride

Lord we swore at the devil
And then went for a ride



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Radney Foster – acoustic guitar, vocals
Jon Randall Stewart – mandolin
Brady Black - fiddle
Steve Fishell – Weisenborn
Georgia Middleman – background vocals