Rusty spurs a hangin' from a nail their on the wall. Cold winds a blowin' and the snow begins to fall. Old man a dreamin' in his rockin' chair. Thinkin' bout the days gone by wishin' he was there.
Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain. Witch and John were at the beer stand gettin' sprung. But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again.
Last night we rode our broncs in Seattle. Me and Bill packed the car in the pourin' rain. Winch and John was at the beer stand, gettin' spraddled. But we got 'em gathered and hit the road again.
Blue bonnets line a hundred miles of Texas highway. All the way from Kadee, to downtown San Antonio. The sun's so hot I feel the steam rise off this Chevrolet.
On a cold Montana morning on the road to Idaho. I watched her order hot and black to go. In her boots and spurs and blue jeans. And the lonely in her eyes.
White lines go flash-in by me. As I wonder where this road will finally end. I think about the past and I'm not too sure. Just where the road began. .
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.