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