I took her daddy?s old two-horse trailer
I patched a place in the floor that was bare
And we loaded up her barrel pony
And a riggin? bag is all that I had
We left with our suitcases filled with desire
Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires
Now our windshield?s a painting that hangs in our room
It changes with each mile like a radio tune
We got up above, we?ll make it on love
Under the rodeo moon
Sometimes we sleep in a hotel
When we?re ridin? that hot hand of luck
(Bridge)
Yeah we left with our suitcases filled with desire
Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires
(Chorus)
Under the rodeo moon
-Geetar