| Out of the shoot he sits tall as the timber
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| One hand on the horse and one hand on the sky
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| Eight seconds later he lands in the money
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| And winning’s a feeling that money can’t buy
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| The kids love a hero and big silver buckles
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| The girls love the dream of a rodeo man
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| He loves the backroads and fields without fences
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| And I guess he loves me because I understand
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| He’s a rain-rain-rainbow rider
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| He’s hitched up his saddle he’s ready to ride
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| He’s a rain-rain-rainbow rider
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| A dream chasing cowboy with a rodeo girl by his side
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| Winter in Tuscon and spring in Savanna
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| Reno in June then off to Cheyenne
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| He remembers the fall that he took last September
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| He’s hopin' he draws that ol' burr again
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| He’s a rain-rain-rainbow rider
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| He’s hitched up his saddle he’s ready to ride
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| He’s a rain-rain-rainbow rider
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| A dream chasing cowboy with a rode girl by his side
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| Lately he’s talking about having a son
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| Someone who’ll learn from the things that he’s done
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| A young bronc bustin' a-buckaroo
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| A trailer behind an old white Eldorado
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| A red western sunset and a blue mountain range
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| Some things in this life he’d like to do over
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| But livin' with him is something I’d never change
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| He’s a rain-rain-rainbow rider
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| He’s hitched up his saddle he’s ready to ride
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| He’s a rain-rain-rainbow rider
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| A dream chasing cowboy with a rodeo girl by his side
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| He’s a rain-rain-rainbow rider
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| A dream chasing cowboy with a rodeo girl by his side |