| Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your
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| feet
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| Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife
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| It ain’t much but its all you’ve got to eat
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| You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low
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| Just call I’ll send your busfare to come home
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| But you’re just to proud to take it and home won’t be the same
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| Now you’ve had a taste of rodeo
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| You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams
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| To satisfy the hunger in your soul
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| You wouldn’t turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo
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| All your money’s gone cept a twenty dollar bill
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| But thats your fees to enter old Cheyenne
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| And all thats in your favor is you and your try
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| And a deep knawing desperately to win
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| Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air
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| In your mind a promise has been made
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| If this way of life don’t kill you or you don’t starve to death
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| You swear you’ll be the champion someday
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| You set out on the road…
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| Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your
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| feet
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| Can of pork n beans that you open with your knife
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| It ain’t much but its all you’ve got to eat
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| You set out on the road… |