| He’s a rodeo hand a dyin' breed driftin' like a tumble weed
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| Rollin' where the urge tells him to go
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| And all a cowboy really needs is a tank of gas and entry fees
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| To get him to the next big rodeo
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| Now most athletes take vitamin C, alfalfa pills and super B’s
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| The cowboy’s don’t need all that modern stuff
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| A cowboy’s gotta be lean and mean, he trains on caffeine and nicotine
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| And them all night drives help to keep him tough
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| Well he’s underfed and under paid and too damn hungry to be afraid
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| Somewhere between crazy and insane
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| A cowboy’s ain’t afraid to dye and shit they’d even ride a red eyed lion
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| If you’d just show him where to take the rein
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| He’s a rodeo hand, a dyin' breed driftin' like a tumble weed
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| Rollin' where the urge tells him to go
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| And all a cowboy really needs is just a tank of gas and entry fees
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| To get him to the next big rodeo
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| Now the only coach a cowboy needs is a growlin' gut sayin' it’s time to eat
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| So tonight cowboy you better make that winning ride
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| And 'bout the only thing that makes him go is that big gold buckle
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| Waitin' down the road and a bad case of too much cowboy pride
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| He’s a rodeo hand, a dyin' breed driftin' like a tumble weed
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| Rollin' where the urge tells him to go
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| And all a cowboy really needs is just a tank of gas and entry fees
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| To get him to the next big rodeo
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| He’s a rodeo hand, a dyin' breed driftin' like a tumble weed
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| And he’s heading to the next big rodeo |