Rodeo Cowboy
He's headin' down the highway goin' to the rodeo
dreamin' bout tomorrow the summer sun is sinkin' low.
He's starin' at his saddle rememberin' the times he fell.
Tomorrow night could find him in heaven or in hell.
His mind is driftin' to those dusty white gates.
He's hoping' and prayin' he'll be scorin' straight eights.
He lost everything except his pride and beat up van.
He gave up everything to be a rodeo man.
Take a hard look at his face you can tell he's been around.
Sometimes ridin' high sometimes down on the ground.
He loves the rush of the ride and the danger game,
Ridin’ bulls with a suicide knot in the rein.
In his back-hip pocket he packs a tarnished ring.
That long-gone woman was his everything.
The wild side of him just couldn’t settle down
and she couldn’t take the traveling town to town.
That long-gone woman still haunts his weary mind
but it’s too late now to try to walk her line.
He’s a road warrior who never sings the blues;
A hard luck hobo who keeps on paying his dues.
The rodeo cowboy is a man who walks alone
on a long hard road that turns a heart to stone.
He’s earned all his scars, ridin’ the rodeo
but the deepest wounds are the ones that never show.
Out on the circuit chasin’ those dusty rainbows,
rhat’s the life of a cowboy ridin’ the rodeos.