Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife It aint much but its all you've got to eat You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low Just call I'll send your busfare to come home But you're just to proud to take it and home wont be the same Now you've had a taste of rodeo You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams To satisfy the hunger in your soul You wouldn't turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo
All your money's gone cept a twenty dollar bill But thats your fees to enter old Cheyenne And all thats in your favor is you and your try And a deep knawing desperately to win Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air In your mind a promise has been made If this way of life don't kill you or you don't starve to death You swear you'll be the champion someday You set out on the road...
Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet Can of pork n beans that you open with your knife It aint much but its all you've got to eat You set out on the road...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
