(ooh, yeah yeah yeah) 
(ooh, yeah yeah yeah) 

Down yonder in Mexico 
I met an old vaquero named Alfredo 
He rides bulls in the rodeo 

They say Alfredo, why not give it up? 
You got everything a man could want 
One bad fall 
Will end it all 
Guess I'm gonna die anyway 
And I like comin here every day to ride 
Ride on 
Ride on 
I think it’s alright 
Ride on 
Ride on 

Juanita is a grocery store greeter 
Glad to meet and re-meet ya 
Nearly ninety-five 
Working nine to five 

They say Juanita, why you come here still?
Cause you got enough dough to get you over the hill
You could kick back 
And try to relax 
Cause I’m old and my eyes are dim  
If I shut em 
They might not open again I ride
Ride on 
Ride on
I think it’s alright 
Ride on 
Ride on 

What I found at the edge of that cliff 
I’d rather die than be another what if 
All right 
Okay 
(ooh, yeah yeah yeah) 
Like I’m never gonna, never gonna, never gonna
(ooh, yeah yeah yeah) 
Like I’m never gonna die

I play in a rock’n roll band 
I make my living with my mouth to my hand
Sometimes they play us on the radio 

They say, why you wanna play rock’n roll?
You get a dollar to pay a two-dollar toll, I just ride 
Ride on 
Ride on 
Like I’m never gonna die 
Ride on 
Ride on 

Ride on 
Ride on 
Like I’m never gonna die 
Ride on 
Ride on…