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His eyes are cold and restlessHis wounds have almost healedAnd she'd give half of TexasJust to change the way he feelsShe knows his love's in TulsaAnd she knows he's gonna goWell, it ain't no woman, flesh and bloodIt's that damned old rodeoWell, it's bulls and bloodIt's dust and mudIt's the roar of a Sunday crowdIt's the white in his knucklesThe gold in the buckleHe'll win the next go 'roundIt's boots and chapsIt's cowboy hatsIt's spurs and latigoIt's the ropes and the reinsAnd the joy and the painAnd they call the thing rodeoShe does her best to hold himWhen his love comes to callBut his need for it controls himAnd her back's against the wallAnd it's "So long girl, I'll see you"When it's time for him to goYou know the woman wants her cowboyLike he wants his rodeoWell, it's bulls and bloodIt's dust and mudIt's the roar of a Sunday crowdIt's the white in his knucklesThe gold in the buckleHe'll win the next go 'roundIt's boots and chapsIt's cowboy hatsIt's spurs and latigoIt's the ropes and the reinsAnd the joy and the painAnd they call the thing rodeoIt'll drive a cowboy crazyIt'll drive the man insaneAnd he'll sell off everything he ownsJust to pay to play her gameAnd a broken home and some broken bonesIs all he'll have to showFor all the years that he spent chasin'This dream they call rodeoWell, it's bulls and bloodIt's dust and mudIt's the roar of a Sunday crowdIt's the white in his knucklesThe gold in the buckleHe'll win the next go 'roundIt's boots and chapsIt's cowboy hatsIt's spurs and latigoIt's the ropes and the reinsAnd the joy and the painAnd they call the thing rodeoIt's the broncs and the bloodIt's the steers and the mudAnd they call the thing rodeo
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