There used to be a time candlelight and wine. Was all that a woman would need. Man you were a winner if you took her out to dinner. Or a movie she wanted to see.
He was just a hometown cowboy, his belly kind of fat. Acme boots up on his feet and a big U roll it hat. He was entered in the bull riding, he did it on a dare.
While driving down the last four miles of gravel road to home. All the old familiar landmarks seem like long lost friends. And as he pulls in to the ranch he sees his mom hangin' out the wash.
There's a place out west where the Powder River runs off the Big Horn Mountains. And winds it's way out across the plains. It's a land of red walls blue sky and clean air.
Well a few years back. Me and ol' John worked the Calgary rodeo. We were hangin' around town with nothing to do. And nowhere else to go. . And cowboys are known for their fun loving ways.
Just a rodeo drifter, he comes and he goes. Like a wild wind that blows in the night. The highways and back roads are all that he knows. He'll be gone with the mornin' gray light.
The ole man stands by the lone chute. He sold his calves today. He spits in the dust between his boots. As the semi pulls away. . Slick blue check in his grimy hands.
I rodeoed on the circuit. For nearly fifteen years. To reach the top it took a lot. Of blood, sweat and tears. . I finally won the title. I finally gained the fame.
It's a source of speculation, mornin', noon and night. 'Bout who is and who ain't, which way's wrong or right. Well I'd describe the feelin' but shoot I don't have clue.
Have you ever been down to a country dance. And listened to the music of a hillbilly band. And danced with your darlin' all through the night. And don't go home 'til the morning light?.
I'm a goin' and a blowin' and a heading down the road. Tryin' to make a livin' rodeoin'. I've been a driving all night 'neath the pail moonlight. Waiting for the sun to start showin'.
Campfires, coffee from a tin cup in my hand. Sure warms the fingers when it's cold. Pickin' this ol' guitar, a friend I understand. It sure smooth the wrinkles in my soul.
He stood out in the Cheyenne area dust by the latch on chute number four. The young cowboys were laughin' at him and at the out of date clothes that he wore.
While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure. I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along. His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a jinglin'. And as he approached he was singin' this song.
She's not a kid anymore she can hide her age in these dim lights. Waitin' tables in this bar ain't what she's lookin' for. The short years fly by but oh the long long nights.
Seven years old on a gold palomino I sat up tall with my face to the wind. I'd seen the rodeo cowboys in Reno so I dug in my boot heels and pulled on the reins.
While I was walkin' one mornin' for pleasure. I spied a young cowboy just ridin' along. His hat was throwed back and his spurs were jinglin'. And as he approached he was singin' this song.
When the freedom you've know has left you a broken man. When everything you've ever owned slipped thru your hands. Well it don't really matter at all and you don't give a damn.
You've finally arrived at the goals that you set. You thought that was it boy, oh, but you can't quit yet. There's a lonesome old road and it starts at the top.
Just about two hundred years ago they signed that declaration. Tellin' everybody in the whole wide world. They're gonna start a brand new nation. From that day on the 4th of July has been a holiday.