I'm calling Brian, down in the south where Kentucky's beautiful,
Where a fence is a wonderful work of art,
Where a voice, of course, is recognised as something special,
No-one's home, but I'll keep dreaming,
Climb aboard the proper saddle.

Riding into wonderland,
Riding into wonderland,
Wave goodbye, I'm sunset bound,
A home away from home I've found,
Riding into wonderland,
Riding into wonderland.

If only for one night, I can sleep in the fields,
Then, in the morning, ride again,
Deeper into the southern land, all the way to the banks of the Cumberland,
Riding into wonderland,
Riding into wonderland.

I feel connected, down in the heart, to somebody, that's beautiful,
Who's talk is a wonderful work of art,
Who's love, of course, is recognised as something special,
Almost touching, must get closer,
Climb aboard the proper saddle.

Riding into wonderland,
Riding into wonderland,
Wave goodbye, I'm sunset bound,
A home away from home I've found,
Riding into wonderland,
Riding into wonderland.

Riding into wonderland,
Riding into wonderland,
Riding into wonderland, wonderland,
Riding into wonderland,
Riding into wonderland,
Riding into wonderland,
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