I Know You Rider

American traditional

I know you rider, you gonna miss me when I'm gone.
I know you rider, you gonna miss me when I'm gone,
you gonna miss your baby rollin' in your arms.

Wish I was a headlight on a northbound train.
Well, I wish I was a headlight on a northbound train:
I would shine my light through the cool Colorado rain.

Lay down last night, Lord I could not take my rest.
I lay down last night, Lord I could not take my rest.
My mind it was wandering like the wild geese in the west.

The sun's gonna shine through my back door someday.
The sun's gonna shine through my back door someday.
That old March wind gonna blow my troubles away.