Just about two hundred years ago they signed that declaration Tellin' everybody in the whole wide world they're gonna start a brand new nation From that day on the 4th of July has been a holiday To the rich man, poor man, and everybody else but the cowboys in the RCA Well I get on the phone and call the airlines rent-a-cars and Greyhound stations Cause I've entered bout thirteen rodeos out across the great big nation Got the car tuned up the tanks full of gas I've got money in my hand And if I ain't overdrawn by the end of the week at the bank I'm a lucky man
Chorus: It's the 4th of July on the rodeo trail it'll drive you insane My wife's worried home by the telephone I'm on the road again It's the Forth of July on the rodeo trail if I ever make it home I swear I'm gonna to hang up my hat put up my riggin' sack And for a month I'm gonna stay right there
Well I've been on the road about three days now and I haven't had a minutes rest There's dark circles all around my bloodshot eyes and my face is now a whiskered mess Boy I'd sure like a bath and a home cooked meal but for now I must be satisfied With this double super-duper half cooked burger And a side of grease soaked french fries Well the week's nearly over and I wonder to myself will I ever make it home alive When a bronc fell on me up in Calgary when he slipped tryin' to make his high dive And the plane and the pilot that we rented looked like surplus from World War I And I thought any times about suicide but I haven't found myself a gun
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