| Eight seconds ain’t very long to live
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| But tonight he barely made five
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| He gave all that he had to give
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| But the big bull won tonight
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| He climbs into that old pickup
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| Black coffee in his hand
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| Rodeo ain’t no ordinary life
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| But a cowboy ain’t no ordinary man
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| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive
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| Makin' money for his wife and kids
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| He tried other kinds of work
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| But nothin' ever seemed to fit
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| Oh he loves the smell of a Brahma bull
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| The feel of leather in his hand
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| Well Rodeo ain’t no ordinary life
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| But a cowboy ain’t no ordinary man
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| He’s got a gold buckle on his mind
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| And he don’t ride to lose
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| Tomorrow night he’ll nod and yell outside
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| And the’ll turn his future loose
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| No matter how bad he hurts
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| He’ll tip his hat to the fans
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| The rodeo ain’t no ordinary
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| But a cowboy ain’t no ordinary man
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| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive
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| Makin' money for his wife and kids
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| He tried other kinds of work
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| But nothin' ever seemed to fit
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| Oh he loves the smell of a Brahma bull
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| The feel of leather in his hand
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| Well Rodeo ain’t no ordinary life
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| But a cowboy
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| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive
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| Makin' money for his wife and kids
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| He tried other kinds of work
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| But nothin' ever seemed to fit
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| Oh he loves the smell of a Brahma bull
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| The feel of leather in his hand
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| Well Rodeo ain’t no ordinary life
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| But a cowboy ain’t no ordinary man
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| He’s an extra ordinary man |