Escrita por Neil Young, foi gravada em 11 de dezembro de 1974, no Quadrafonic Sound Studio, em Nashville, Tennessee e lançada em 29 de outubro de 1980 no disco Hawks and Doves, o décimo primero disco de Neil. Foi produzida por Neil Young, Wliott Mazer e Tim Drummond. Neil tocou violão e cantou. Tim Drummond tocou baixo. Levon Helm tocou bateria. Tom Scribner tocou uma serra. A letra alegórica dessa canção faz referencia à ambiguidade sobre trabalhar com seus amigos de banda.
A letra:
Up and down the old
homestead
The naked rider gallops through his head
And although
the moon isn't full
He still feels the pull
Out on the floor where the cowboys
dance
Approaching slowly at a glance
Here comes the shadow of
his stance
The reins are fallin' from his hands
Why do you ride that crazy
horse?
Inquires the shadow with little remorse
Just then a
priest comes down the stairs
With a sack of dreams and old
nightmares
Who are you, the rider says
You
dress in black but you talk like a Fed
You spout ideas from books
that you read
Don't you care about this guy's head?
Just then the sound of hoof beats was
heard
And the sky was darkened by a prehistoric bird
Who flew
between the unfulfilled moon
And the naked rider, to a telephone
booth
We'll call the moon and see what's
up
I've got some change in this little tin cup
We'll say that
the shadow is growin' dim
And we need some light to get back to
him
Just one call should do it all
I'll carve this number on
the wall
With my beak
Flying feathers were all around
The
air was filled with a ringing sound
Two more birds, the second and
the third
Came down from the sky to deliver the word
Where have you been, they said to the
first
Get back to the clouds, we're dying of thirst
There's not
enough time to make that call
Let's ditch this rider, shadow and
all
The sky was filled with the beautiful
birds
Still on the ground some crying was heard
With his dime
in his hand and his hand on the dial
His ears were sweating as he
forced a smile
Hoof beats beating across the range
He
rode through the night with his cup of change
Tired and beaten he
fell into slumber
But up in the sky they still had his number
Up and down the old homestead
The
naked rider gallops through his head
And although the moon isn't
full
He still feels the pull
Still feels the pull
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