Aches, and pains, and bruises, and always on the go.
Whether he wins or loses, he has to rodeo-
Ft. Worth is his first stop, Las Vegas is his goal-
Ten head, a shot to win it all; he’ll give her one more roll.
One more roll, another card, or mailed in entry fee…
It is a vicious cycle, but at least he’s living free.
Twelve years on the circuit, he’s never placed real high-
By now he knows he never will, but still he has to try…
He’ll never be a Freckles Brown, or be a Donnie Gay-
Or ride like old Ty Murray, but he keeps on anyway.
Those roadmaps on his features, all say he’s growing old-
But still he packs his riggin’ sack, to give her one more roll.
One more roll, another hand; just one more entry fee-
I guess you’ve figured out by now, I’m singing about me…
A cowboy, born with itchy feet; if I never make my goal-
No one can say I didn’t try, I’ll give her one more roll.
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[This message has been edited by Gunslinger (edited 05-22-2000).]