another horse to ride

nevada's got a highway that runs out east of ely, where the tumbleweeds and wind can be a trial, where a man can lose his senses counting posts on barbed wire fences, a sign says ain't no gas for 80 miles, well he was standing at a turn out, i stopped to check my breaks out, he had a saddle and his rigging at his feet, i said i'm going down the road, son, if you don't mind riding shotgun, throw your gear in back, climb in and take a seat, well his hands are rough and calloused, from roping calves and taking dallies, big old broken knuckles outta place, time and wind and weather, had put their skills together, drew a western road map on his face, and well he told me his life story for 60 miles or more, i told him mine was on the downhill slide, and there wasn't much to tell, just a lot of downhill hell, he said, "son, you need another horse to ride", and they're right there for the taking, just find and catch and break 'em, top hands don't give in till they try, you can pick 'em, you can choose 'em, you can win 'em, you can loose 'em, but there'll always be another horse to ride, another horse to ride, he said "up ahead's a mailbox and a big gate that they don't lock, the foreman there's an old time friend of mine", well just let me get my saddle, he'll have a horse for me to straddle, and i'll try to make the ranch by supper time, i said man it's been a pleasure, your words have been a treasure, and i shook his rough old hand and said goodbye, well he gave me back the want to, something to hold onto, now all i need is another horse to ride, another horse to ride, and they're right there for the taking, just find and catch and break 'em, top hands don't give in till they try, you can pick 'em, you can choose 'em, you can win 'em, you can loose 'em, but there'll always be another horse to ride, another horse to ride, another horse to ride