When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' well There's fame and there's fortune And glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trail So I packed up my stuff in my old pickup truck to follow my rodeo dreams Now I'm finally on the top but I feel like a flop Cause I've spent all the fortune I've seen Now where is the glory in drivin' all night Down a highway that's headed to nowhere What good's the fame when the fortune's all gone And the dreams turned into a nightmare Like Ed Bruce said Mamma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys I'm inclined to agree but if you ask me you know I'd go through it again
Now what does it take to be a rodeo cowboy I guess I'm a expert at that Takes a whole lot of guts and old lady luck but not too much under this hat Well he thrives on the crowds yellin' real load for him to face dyin' again But the good Lord takes care of children and fools He's no kid so what's that make him Now where is the glory...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
