Ghost Rider of Prairie Creek
No name on the stone
No formal goodbye
Just dust on the saddle
Under a heavy purple sky
He rides past the saloon
Where the oil lamps glow
But they look right through him To the dark road below (hmmmmm)
Oh, the plains don't remember his name
No marker, no grave to reclaim
Just a phantom on a silent horse
Following an endless course (oh-ohh)
A stranger rides his horse today
Breathing the living air
While the ghost fades into gray
Leaving nothing there
No goodbye...
(no
goodbye...)