Genre: folk
What bet-ter seat than a sad-dle
What bet-ter roof than the sky
What bet-ter song than the song men sing
When hearts are hap-py and spir-its high
(CHORUS)
Were rid-ing to the nev-er nev-er
On a long white road
A road that has no end
Were go-ing to a wide brown coun-try
Where the skies are blue
And ev-ry mans our friend
No-bo-dy knows just when we will get there
But what does it mat-ter if times goes by
Well spend ev-ry night be-side a camp fire
Count-ing the stars in the sky
Were rid-ing to the nev-er nev-er
On a long white road
A road that nev-er ends