You made a few bucks at a show down in Texas. You rode the train north, threw the sand and the sage. It took all you had to make entry in Denver. A cheap hotel room like a cat in a cage.
are you for real. this your ditch. no it's not you. it's me. that was cold. you're such a bitch. didn't know. you could be so mean. refuse. one last itch.
Well it's 40 below and I don't give a fuck. Got a heater in my truck and I'm off to the rodeo. And it's allemande and allemande right. Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right.
When I first saw you, I didn't think you were too pretty. Kinda dumb looking and tell you the truth really ugly. But I wanted and needed what you had to offer.
I suppose, there's a better way to make a livin'. To make money so I could live in luxury. But the life behind a desk in a building. Would be like a prison sentence to me.
He's a rodeo hand a dyin' breed driftin' like a tumble weed. Rollin' where the urge tells him to go. And all a cowboy really needs is a tank of gas and entry fees.
I meet her in Wyoming at the Cheyenne rodeo. Just a girl in blue jeans and eighteen at the time. I remember how she cheered the day I rode a horse called Midnight.
Welcome everybody to the happy, happy sound. The sound to put a smile on your nana's face. So to all the nanas staring out the window around the world.
I cut my teeth on a poker chip my daddy left layin' behind. The said he was a dealin' from the bottom but my mama said they were lyin'. So I never stay in one place long I'm just a natural born rambler.
Woke up, realized I had writing to do. Gotta get this song written down by two. Got some words that are floating right. Round in my head. I need to get them down on paper instead.
Oh Saturday was a special night. the x factor final was so tight. we ordered take away from the Prince of India. . we had onion bargies for the wife. and chicken korma with pilau rice.
Last night you told her, you could never hold her. 'Cause a cowboy's just got to be free. Her heart was breakin', yours was achin'. But you saddled up to follow your dreams.
You're a man. Who knows exactly where he's goin. On the road. With all your eighteen wheels a' rollin. . You deliver milk or sand. or pigs or paint across the land.
I invented the wheel. When I was only seven. I had dinner with god. When I popped into heaven. When I was just eleven. . I've sailed right round the world.
His boots are old and tattered. His Stetson has seen it's better days. His hands are rough and calloused. And what's left of his hair is turning gray.
Well I ain't the type of cowboy that you'll see on TV. I wasn't near as pretty as Mama wanted me to be. Well I grew up on the ranches just cussin' all day long.
Since I saw that rodeo in 1965. I had to try to be the greatest bareback rider alive. I went and did some practicing on pa's old ropin' mare. And I thought I'd take that bronc I'd drawed.
The clickety sound of the southbound freight. And the high speed hum of a passenger train. Becomes a part of the soul and a heart and the mind. Of a boy who's raised by the railroad line.
Well, the sun came up this mornin'. My ain't it a beautiful day. Heard that highway callin'. Time to be on our way. . Girl, I never seen the sun shine brighter.
I'm just a punchy bareback rider in the rodeo I climb the gate grab my rig and go. The horse explodes from the chute kickin' at the sky. I fall back kick his neck pull on my arm and try.