I'm going to AlamosaBack in the saddle once againBought a blue rose in RuidosaBecause my true love wanted her oneWell, I'm riding 159Snow is falling and it's dawnJust a little bit further to 17When I get there, I'll be freeIt was the age of the ramNot long ago in this very landHe toiled in the sun, he loved her in the rainHe listened to the sound of the sageIn the age of the ramWell, I'm going to AlamosaLord, I got to clean up my actThey say, "Blanca, she's bad luck"But I could never get enoughIt was the age of the ramNot long ago in this very landHe toiled in the sun, he loved her in the rainHe listened to the sound of the sageIn the age of the ramIt was the age of the ramNot long ago in this very landHe toiled in the sun, he loved her in the rainHe listened to the sound of the sageIn the age of the ramMm, in the age of the ramHolding the wheel in my hand
