Let's have a hand for that young cowboy
And wish him better luck next time
And hope we'll see him up in Fargo
Or somewhere farther down the line
This time he sure drew a bad one
And it's the classic contradiction
The unavoidable affliction
Well, it don't take much to predict, son
The way it always goes
One day she?ll say she loves you
And the next she'll be tired of you
And push'll always come to shove you
On that midnight rodeo
He almost made it to the buzzer