These are just the simple facts
each and every one is true
If they seem a bit untidy,
well unraveling them is fun
I will not stand corrected,
I just let it ride, ride, ride, ride
Leave in the evening tide,
When I listen to my heart,
on the dark side of my mind
I knew a man from Windsor,
went to Detroit every night
He stayed outside of the tunnel,
customs agents give him a fight
He hid his stash in the river,
threw his bedroll on the ground
And when they finally got there,
sleeping man was all that they found
Oh, just let it ride, ride, let it ride
Leave in the evening tide, just let it ride
I hear the steeple bells ring out
I may be out here fishing, man,
but that ain't where it stops
The mouths I feed are many
and they all say thanks a lot
One day when I'm old and gray
and consider what's gone by
of every tear I ever cried
And all the old jokes we told
To all those tender damsels
who had helped us through the night
I just let it ride, ride, ride, ride
Leaving the evening tired,
Here stood the girls from London
and the ones from Montreal
I never will forget them,
we still fantasize them all
I met one up in Shanghai,
I just let it ride, ride, let it ride
Leave in the evening tide, just let it ride
Leave in the evening tide, just let it ride