Just a ragged kid in overalls, He thumbed a ride one day He said, "Anywhere you're headed is on my way." But as we pa**ed the Big Sky drive-in His eyes began to gla** He was leavin Rapid City mighty fast. He said, "I hope to God she finds The good-bye letter that I wrote her But the mail don't move to fast In Rapid City, South Dakota. " --- Instrumental --- Well, he left her just a blanket Of snow upon the farm And that don't keep your conscience very warm. He said his friends were too durn hungry And his pa was too damn mean And there ain't no money pumpin gasoline. And in her gentle eyes, was the merchandise Of dreams the peddler sold her As he left her there alone in Rapid City, South Dakota. Now the reason he was goin, I'm not sure I could say, Might've been the rodeo in Santa Fe "There's a doctor in Chicago, I know she'll be all right, " He told himself as he stared into the night. And he said, "I hope to God she finds The good-bye letter that I wrote her 'Cause the mail don't move too fast In Rapid City, South Dakota. " And all her people treatin her Just like they never knowed her, Lord, the winter pa**es slow In Rapid City, South Dakota.