Ride, cowboy, ride   Don't ride too slow   Tucson's a mighty long way yet to go      He started his long ride in Prescott   The sun was a hundred or more   On down he rode at full gallop   Into the flat desert floor      Driving the big herd to Flagstaff   In Prescott the letter was there   Happiness soon would be sorrow   Sad news the letter did bear      Ride, cowboy, ride   Don't go too slow   Ride, cowboy, ride   You've a long way to go      Your darlin' now lies on her deathbed   Racked by fever and pain   Reaching for you at her bedside   At each breath she's callin' your name      Forward he leaned in the saddle   Pushing through mesquite and sage   His head never raised for a greeting   As he passed the Wickenburg stage      Ride, cowboy, ride   Don't ride too slow   Tucson's a mighty long way to go      In Phoenix he traded horses   Now on the back of this roan   He could see visions of Tucson   His darlin' and their lovely home      Ride, cowboy, ride   Don't ride too slow   There's still a hundred and twenty to go      In through the ranch gate he galloped   And without breaking his stride   He bounded out of the saddle   And rushed to his sweet darlin's side      Then as the dyin' girl saw him   A smile came over her face   Holding her hand as it tightened   Barely had he won the race      Ride, cowboy, ride   On through the blue   Ride, cowboy, ride   She'll be waiting for you   Ride, cowboy, ride   On through the blue   Ride, cowboy, ride   She'll be waiting for you