This road that I've chosen, it's a road that few have travelled
But there's good times with the hard times along the way
And this life that I'm living, God knows that I love it
And I'd like to share it with you, if I may
And so I write my songs of life as I know it
And I sing them for everyone to hear
And in my songs I hope you'll understand just a little
What it's like to be a rodeo man
Rusty spurs hangin' from a nail there on the wall
Cold winds blowin' and the snow begins to fall
Old man dreamin' in his rockin' chair
Thinkin' 'bout the days gone by, wishin' he was there
He used to rodeo and ride 'em mighty fine
Now he's old and crippled, but he rides on in his mind
And I can tell, rodeo, you're doin' the same to me
I feel like I'm 50, but I'm only 23
Rodeo, you take a boy and make a man so tall
Drink his youth and cast him by the way
What's he gonna do now that he's through
But sit and dream about the good old days?
Old picture album he keeps there by his side
Holds cherished memories of broncs he used to ride
He thinks about his old friends and where they are today
Are they still living or have they passed away?
Rodeo, you take a boy and make a man so tall
Drink his youth and cast him by the way
What's he gonna do now that he's through
But sit and dream about the good old days?
Rodeo, you take a boy and make a man so tall
Drink his youth and cast him by the way
What's he gonna do now that he's through
But sit and dream about the good old days?
