Rodeoman

Interstate 5 all night driving
Pulling into sacramento for a while
Dirty old town, dirty old room
I lie down an hour or two and I can't even move
Can't stop running, don't know if I ever will
I guess I'm further from my home than from the end ahead
And I've seen texas up to Alberta
Ain't no husband or no father or no lover
I am a rodeoman, I am a rodeoman
Sunrise checkout and I get the breakfast special down
Blow out the sandman from my pickup
Engines are hummin now and I ride leather black or tan
I got weathered face and hands
Born and raised up on the grandstand of the promised land
I am a rodeoman, I am a rodeoman
And I been saying most of my life
Only one more ride to go, Lose, win or show
But what's the point in making plans
What's the point in making plans
What's the point in making plans
When you're a rodeoman