Ride Concrete Cowboy, Ride

Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
 The open highway is your range
 Ten-four little buckaroo
 And happy trails to you
 Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
 Now you're the Bandit on the run
 Not a bad guy, just having fun
 Still riding hard beneath those Western skies
 If there's an ambush up ahead
 And you see Smokey's lights flashing red
 Remember Trigger and me
 Will be on your side
 Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
 The open highway is your range
 Ten-four little buckaroo
 And happy trails to you
 Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
 All those bad guys that I faced
 At the Saturday matinee
 You and me
 And a million sad ol' pals
 With a never empty gun
 We kept those outlaws on the run
 Remember how we fought and rode
 Until we had them all corralled
 So ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
 The open highway is your range
 Ten-four little buckaroo
 And happy happy trails to you
 Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride
 Ride, Concrete Cowboy, ride