Ride, Ride, Ride

(Written By Liz Anderson)

Ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride
If you don't want me, baby
If you're not satisfied
If you don't care, get on your horse
And ride, ride, ride

Since you got on your high horse
Those fancy friends you found
You have a hard time seeing me
You're always looking down

If you don't want me, baby
If you're not satisfied
If you don't care, get on your horse
And ride, ride, ride

You talk about me honey
You try to tear me down
But while you're throwing dirt at me
You're slowly losing ground

I'll have your second fiddle
Returned to you today
'Cause, baby, that's one instrument
I never learned to play

Transcribed by Les Wraight from record sleeve