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His eyes are cold and restless |
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His wounds have almost healed |
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And she'd give half of Texas |
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Just to change the way he feels |
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She knows his love's in Tulsa |
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And she knows he's gonna go |
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Well, it ain't no woman, flesh and blood |
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It's that damned old rodeo |
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Well, it's bulls and blood |
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It's dust and mud |
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It's the roar of a Sunday crowd |
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It's the white in his knuckles |
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The gold in the buckle |
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He'll win the next go 'round |
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It's boots and chaps |
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It's cowboy hats |
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It's spurs and latigo |
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It's the ropes and the reins |
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And the joy and the pain |
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And they call the thing rodeo |
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She does her best to hold him |
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When his love comes to call |
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But his need for it controls him |
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And her back's against the wall |
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And it's 'So long girl, I'll see you' |
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When it's time for him to go |
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You know the woman wants her cowboy |
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Like he wants his rodeo |
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Well, it's bulls and blood |
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It's dust and mud |
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It's the roar of a Sunday crowd |
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It's the white in his knuckles |
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The gold in the buckle |
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He'll win the next go 'round |
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It's boots and chaps |
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It's cowboy hats |
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It's spurs and latigo |
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It's the ropes and the reins |
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And the joy and the pain |
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And they call the thing rodeo |
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It'll drive a cowboy crazy |
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It'll drive the man insane |
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And he'll sell off everything he owns |
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Just to pay to play her game |
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And a broken home and some broken bones |
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Is all he'll have to show |
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For all the years that he spent chasin' |
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This dream they call rodeo |
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Well, it's bulls and blood |
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It's dust and mud |
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It's the roar of a Sunday crowd |
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It's the white in his knuckles |
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The gold in the buckle |
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He'll win the next go 'round |
|
It's boots and chaps |
|
It's cowboy hats |
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It's spurs and latigo |
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It's the ropes and the reins |
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And the joy and the pain |
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And they call the thing rodeo |
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It's the broncs and the blood |
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It's the steers and the mud |
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And they call the thing rodeo |
