Well I can hear the wind whisper my name
Telling me it's time to head out again
My horses are trailered and the lights are shut down
And I'm long overdue from heading outta town
Got a fever that they call rodeo
Just enough winnings to make the next show
Sometimes you make eight sometimes you hit dirt
And I'll ride that pony fast
like a cowboy from the past
Beyond their wildest dreams
Like Texas in 1880
Just like Texas in 1880
Ah, from Phoenix to Tulsa to the Astrodome
Someday when you're older someone'll see
That buckle hanging there on your belt
Ask you just how it felt to ride
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