Rodeo

His eyes are cold and restless
An' 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
An' she knows, he's gonna go
Well, it ain't no woman, flesh and blood
It's that damned old rodeo

Well, it's bulls and blood, it's 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, 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
But his need for it, controls him
And her back's, against the wall

And it's, "So long girl, I'll see you"
When it's time, for him to go
You know, the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants, his rodeo

Well, it's bulls and blood, it's 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, 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 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"

Well, it's bulls and blood, it's 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, 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, it's the steers and the mud
And they call the thing, "Rodeo"



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Writer(s): Larry B. Bastian
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