Big, hot bowl of chili, to fight the cold outside,
My fifteenth cup of coffee, tomorrow night I ride,
My entries are in Denver, and Iím in Abilene-
A lot of hard and lonely miles, are lying in between.
I guess Iíd better hurry up and get back on the road
Get my head together and in a traveling mode,
Plug in my old bird dog, and put the hammer down,
A lot of miles to cover, before the first go round.
Thatís all part of a way of life, that folks call ďrodeoĒ
Living from a suit case, and always on the go.
One year will age you seven, thatís one thing you can know-
Itís all part of a way of life, that folks call ĎrodeoĒ.
I broke three ribs in Casper, it really set me back-
I need to take the ďaverageĒ to get me back on track.
Those wrinkles, and the gray hair, both say Iím getting old-
Iíd like ten head in Vegas, and a chance to take the Gold.
I told my wife Iíd quit the game, but that was Ď93-
She gave me three more years of grace, before she quit on me-
Itís like a raging fever, that keeps me on the go-
Itís all part of a way of life, that folks call ďrodeoĒ.