~His eyes are cold and restless
~His wounds have almost healed
~And she'd give half of Texas
~Just to change the way he feels

~She knows his love's in Tulsa
~And she knows he's gonna go
~Well it ain't no woman flesh and blood
~It's that dang old rodeo

~Well it's bulls and blood, it's dust and mud
~It's the roar of a Sunday crowd, it's the white in his knuckles
~The gold in the buckle he'll win the next go 'round
~It's boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
~It's spurs and latigo, it's the ropes and the reins
~And the joy and the pain and they call the thing rodeo

~She does her best to hold him
~When his love comes to call
~But his need for it controls him
~And her back's against the wall

~And it's So long girl I'll see you
~When it's time for him to go
~You know the woman wants her cowboy
~Like he wants his rodeo

~Well it's bulls and blood, it's dust and mud
~It's the roar of a Sunday crowd, it's the white in his knuckles
~The gold in the buckle, he'll win the next go 'round
~It's boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
~It's spurs and latigo, it's the ropes and the reins
~And the joy and the pain and they call the thing rodeo

~It'll drive a cowboy crazy
~It'll drive the man insane
~And he'll sell off everything he owns
~Just to pay to play the game

~And a broken home and some broken bones
~Is all he'll have to show
~For all the years that he spent chasin'
~This dream they call rodeo

~Well it's bulls and blood, it's dust and mud
~It's the roar of a Sunday crowd, it's the white in his knuckles
~The gold in the buckle, he'll win the next go 'round
~It's boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
~It's spurs and latigo, it's the ropes and the reins
~And the joy and the pain and they call the thing rodeo

~It's the broncs and the blood
~It's the steers and the mud
~And they call the thing rodeo
