Rodrigo’s Ride
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Rodrigo’s Ride

Rodrigo’s Ride Creation Date 05 May 2026, 12:07 PM Characters 1855 Genres acoustic, country, emotional, heartfelt Languages – Vocalist gender
Humberto Bocanegra May 5, 2026
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Rodrigo's Ride

Creation Date
05 May 2026, 12:07 PM
Characters
1855
Genres
acoustic, country, emotional, heartfelt
Languages
-
Vocalist gender
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Acoustic instruments, a little piano and fiddle. Harmony on the chorus. --- **Title: “Rodrigo’s Ride”** **Verse 1** Out past the fence where the cold wind blows Sits a yellow tractor nobody owns Mr. Johnson said, “There’s more than steel— That thing out there’s got a restless feel.” **Verse 2** He spoke of a man who worked these rows Rodrigo’s name’s all anyone knows One harvest night, he disappeared Left empty fields and a town in fear **Pre-Chorus** I laughed it off ‘til October came When the air turned cold and it called his name **Chorus (Harmony)** *(Lead)* That tractor rolls when the sun goes down No hands on the wheel, no soul around Cuts through the fields like he’s still alive You can hear Rodrigo ride *(Harmony)* Ohhh… callin’ through the midnight wind Ohhh… workin’ rows that never end *(Both)* When harvest comes, he won’t stay inside That old yellow tractor… Rodrigo’s ride **Verse 3** Headlights flicker in the fading light Engine turns over with no one in sight Row by row, steady and slow Like he’s finishin’ work from long ago **Verse 4** Then through the wind came a distant cry A broken voice that wouldn’t die Didn’t know the words, but I felt the plea Like he was callin’ out to be free **Pre-Chorus** It stopped dead still, then the night went black But I swear that voice was callin’ back **Chorus (Harmony)** *(Lead)* That tractor rolls when the sun goes down No hands on the wheel, no soul around Cuts through the fields like he’s still alive You can hear Rodrigo ride *(Harmony)* Ohhh… callin’ through the midnight wind Ohhh… workin’ rows that never end *(Both)* When harvest comes, he won’t stay inside That old yellow tractor… Rodrigo’s ride **Outro** Morning came, no tracks in sight But the fields were cut overnight Yeah, I don’t go back this time of year… ‘Cause I know that ghost is still out here.