Rodeo Dreams

Well you wore the blue out of your jeans
Your hat is never clean
The pain you say is just a part of life
You'll never say it hurts
You're a subject of the curse
Getting by 8 seconds at a time
Now you ain't got much to show
For this damned old rodeo
There ain't no big gold buckle on your belt
Guess you like the way it feels
With the road beneath your wheels
You're betting on the hand that you been dealt

Dust, sweat, and callused hands
Grit in the teeth
Squinted eyes that's seen better days
If you had it all to do again
You wouldn't change a thing
Freedom in the life
Of Rodeo Dreams

Well it ain't all glamour like it seems
To live on pork and beans
Spend most nights sleeping in the truck
Underneath that prairie moon
Dreams of being back home soon
Until those damned ol' flies wake you up

Well dust, sweat, and callused hands
Grit in the teeth
Squinted eyes that's seen better days
If you had it all to do again
You wouldn't change a thing
Freedom in the life
Of Rodeo Dreams

Well ain't it great to be alive
An old man at 35
Just ain't ready to ride off into the sun
If you die under your shield
Out on that battlefield
I guess you go down
Doin' what you love

Well dust, sweat and callused hands
Grit in the teeth
Squinted eyes that's seen better days
If you had it all to do again
You wouldn't change a thing
Freedom in the life
Rodeo Dreams
Freedom in the life
Of Rodeo Dreams
Yeah, Freedom in the life
Of Rodeo Dreams