The Ride

>G C D G (X 2) G I think I'll go for a ride C Take the bike out of the shed D Make a fresh start G Get out of my head When the head spins There is no joy Put me up on the saddle I'm just a little boy A little boy on a mission Like the Tour de France Like Fred and Ginger When they were doing their dance To the sound of the rubber Out on the old bog road Through the gorse and the heather I'm as free as a bird It helps me remember How good it used to be When I was a king The bike, the road, and me G G I think I'll go for a ride G Every ride has little victories C Challenges and trials D You hope the skies won't open G When