Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love

(Whoa, whoa) (Here we come!) When the sun goes down, we're the small town smokin' gun Gonna ride back roads til' their ain't no road to run Gonna tip 'em back and drink 'em dry Leave it all out on the field tonight We ain't gonna stop, ready or not

I'm goin' down to the Greyhound Station, gonna get a ticket to ride Gonna find that lady with two or three kids and sit down by her side Ride 'til the sun comes up and down around me 'bout two or three times Smokin' cigarettes in the last seat Tryin' to

Another bride, another June Another sunny honeymoon Another season, another reason For makin' whoopee A lot of shoes, a lot of rice The groom is nervous, he answers twice Its really killin' That he's so willin' to make whoopee Now picture a little love

You ride like a cowboy toward the sun And life ain't fun, when you're on the run Got your gold and you got your gun The life as an outlaw just begun Got your shotgun by your side Got your horse and you got your pride You ride till there ain't no place to

Like a beer can in a truck bed I just wanna roll around with you On a slow ride in the sunset Bouncin' down a small town street Let's pop the top right off this thing I need a cold drink 'cause you're a hot mess Let the night do what it does best Shake

When your chips are down When your highs are low Reaching for the light Knowing we can't win It's getting close to sundown over the Sierra Stranded on the freeway burning with desire She was on the sidewalk looking for a night light

Rainbow country I will ride it Sun is a risin' Sure feels good to me Together we'd always be Are you really riding? I can't refuse it Feel like dancing Dance 'cause we are free

Ride the range all the day Till the first fading light Be with my western girl Round the fire oh so bright I'd be the indians' friend Let them love to be free Ridin' into the sunset I wish I could be. Sometimes I look up high

Shine glorious we ride, we stare into the blackened sky, Save the last command, the virtue blinding, So far beyond the sun, still blinded with the fire inside, Once alone again, silence stands for our last journey home. Strangers to reason, our bleeding