Living the life of a rodeo man
Movin’ from town to town
Scraping up money for every ride
Hitchhiking on the highway
He’s someone's son or brother
Who wants to wear the gold
He wraps that rope tight
Gettin ready for the showdown
His heart pounding fast
Eight seconds or he gets
Thrown to the ground
With his pride at stake
He nods his head
The gate swings open
The bull flies out like he has wings
He’s holdin on tight
Through that long eight
He takes the gold
And sets his hat on straight
As he heads out of the arena
His mind already on another gate.
His thumbs a waggin'
Since he took the gold
Torn faded wranglers
Are more than he can stand
He's headed for Arizona
To ride once again
If he don't make the short go,
It might be his end
His boots' got holes,
His hat's seen better days
But his heart's still as strong
As the first time he rode
His body is battered
And his mind's a little cold
He still tips his hat
To the ladies as they walks by
His manners are old fashioned,
His mustache has started to show gray
But his eyes they still twinklin’
He keeps that thumb going
As he holds his head high
Because he still has his
Freedom and that big western sky.