I was in Paris waiting for a flight
When this guy came up to me and said
"Have you got a light?"

Well, I was born in Arizona
And when I was only three
My mother took me to her saddle
And we rode the wide prairie

Oh, wide prairie, wide prairie
And we rode the wide prairie
My mother took me to her saddle
And we rode the wide prairie

Well I was living in Aspebueller
And when I was only ten
My father took me to his saddle
And we rode the range again

Oh, the wide prairie, wide prairie
And we rode the wide prairie
My father took me to his saddle
And we rode the wide prairie

And I ain't going back
No, I ain't going back
Going back no more

Well, now we live in Albuquerque
And we raise the family tree
We spend our days a-feeling perky
And we ride the wide prairie
Oh, the wide prairie, wide prairie
And we ride the wide prairie
We spend our days
A-feeling perky
And we ride the wide prairie

I was in Paris waiting for a flight
When this guy came up to me and said
"Have you got a light?"
And you know what happened

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Writer(s): Linda McCartney