Ride, Ride, Ride

(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...