The sand and the sage seem to stretch on forever-
The road has no end for a rodeo man.
It’s been fifteen years, Man, I thought I was clever,
The “wolf of the world”, “best that ever had been”.
I started in eighty, I got me a permit, to work a few shows
Thought that I’d learn the ropes-
I figured in five that I’d be in the Finals-
A twenty year old, I had mighty high hopes.
Saddle bronc, bulls, and I tried the bull-doggin’-
My ropin’, I guess, left a bit to desire-
“All Around Cowboy” was what I was wantin’
A man won’t get far if he doesn’t aspire...
Second-rate motels, McDonald’s and Wendy’s-
Pork and beans, Chili, and ulcers to boot..
The things we will go through to keep on a makin’
An eight second ride from a three by nine chute.
Tickets, and fines to pay, insurance doubles-
From all of this drivin’ too fast, and too far...
The times I call home only increase my troubles
And every two years or so, wears out my car.
The guys who I rode with back when I first started-
Have long since quit riding, they’re doing just fine...
Seems they found their niche in life, I guess they are happy
And they all keep asking just when I’ll find mine.
The sand and the sage are my constant companions-
Eight seconds my goal, and the highway my home-
I only find peace when I’m packing and leaving,
It seems like I’m destined forever to roam.