Rodeo (Garth Brooks)

His eyes are cold and restless
And his wounds have almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas just to change the way he feels
She knows his love's in Tulsa
And she knows he's gonna go
Well it ain't no woman, flesh and blood, it's that damned old rodeo

Oh, well it's bulls and blood, it's the dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle he'll win in the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins, and the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo

She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
His need for it controls the man, and her back's against the wall
And it's, "so long, then, I'll see ya"
When it's time for him to go
You know, the woman wants her cowboy like he wants his rodeo

Oh, well it's bulls and blood, it's the dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle he'll win in the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins, and the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo

It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive a man insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns just to pay to play in the game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin' this dream they call rodeo

Oh, well it's bulls and blood, it's the dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles, the gold in the buckle he'll win in the next go 'round
It's boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
It's spurs and latigo
It's the ropes and the reins, and the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo

It's the broncs and the blood
And the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo
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