Faded Wrangler denims, Paul Bondís on my feet-
Prescott in the summer, I can feel the blazing heat.
I won last week in Needles, the first time in a while-
By my mental calculation, thatís about a buck a mile.
Rodeo a way of life, a way of going broke,
To win itís all or nothing, you canít halfstep or choke
Pay your dues, and draw your stock, and blow out of the gate,
Ride him high, and spur him hard, and make your bid for eight.
Phone cards by the dozen, Super size your meals-
Breakfast at McDonaldís, your supperís Burger deals.
Every dime that you can save, is gas or entry fees-
And still you call this freedom, and living as you please.
Trouble on the home front, youíre gone the whole year long-
And when she tries to reason, you sing that same sad song.
ďI know this yearís the big one, a feeling in my bonesĒ.
Some day youíll pull into the yard and find that woman gone.
Yes, rodeoís a way of life, or way of going broke...
To win itís all or nothing, you canít half step or choke.
Pay your dues, draw your stock, and blow out of the gate-
Ride him high, spur him hard, and make your bid for eight.
Live large, people!