Rodeo

His eyes were cold and restless And his wounds have almost healed And she'd give half of Texas just to change the way he feels Well 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 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 Well, 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 Oh, 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 Oh, 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