These are just the simple facts, I will relate to you.

Though they are not connected, each and every one is true.

If they seem a bit untidy, well, unraveling them is fun.

I will not stand corrected, I have not harmed anyone.

I just let it ride, ride, ride, ride, leave in the evening tide.

Just let it ride.

When I listen to my heart, I sometimes fail to find

One plain simple answer on the dark side of my mind.

Even when I'm sleeping, I can't seem to unwind.

I just let it ride.

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 and threw his bedroll on the ground.

And when they finally got there, sleeping men was all that they found.

I just let it ride, ride, ride, ride, leave in the evening tide.

Just let it ride.

I hear the steeple bells ring out above my lobster pots.

Well, 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.

I just let it ride.

One day when I'm old and gray and consider what's gone by,

I always will be proud of every tear I am to cry.

And all of the old jokes we told around the candlelight,

to all those tender damsels who had helped us through the night.

I just let it ride, ride, ride, ride, leave in the evening tide.

Just let it ride.

Here's to the girls from London and the ones from Montreal.

I never will forget them, we still fantasize them all.

I knew one in St. Louis on a Missouri afternoon.

I met one up in Shanghai and another at Brandenburg.

I just let it ride, ride, ride, ride, leave in the evening tide.

Just let it ride.

Leave in the evening tide.

Just let it ride.