"His eyes are cold and restless his wounds are almost healed..."
I love old skool country, Goerge Strait, Garth Brooks and so on. Man that was some awesome music.
"... The woman wants her cowboy like he wants his Rodeo"
His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And shed give half of texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his loves in tulsa
And she knows hes gonna go
Well, it aint no woman, flesh and blood
Its that damned old rodeo.
(chorus)
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls a man
And her backs against the wall
And its so long girl, Ill see you.
When its time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo
*chorus*
Itll drive a cowboy crazy
Itll drive the man insane
And hell sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all hell have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin
This dream they call rodeo.
*chorus*
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
Its the broncs and the blood
Its the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo
We all have our very own Rodeo don't you think, the dream that we all chase. I want to drive a race car. There are those sad few who don't have a dream, who are content to settle for the mediocre, a life spent as a corporate slave, working in a box to pay for a house and a car. His wife doesn't love him, and his kids don't respect him. Those who risk not, gain not. There was a time when men were men and we chased our dreams, and never gave up. Now all the men in this country are just sperm donors for the misguided youth of America. There was a time when problems were solved with the fist, and win lose or drawl you still had you respect. Now boys grow into men without the courage to stand up and fight for what the believe in, how sad. For fear of law suits, and going to jail we have emasculated our populous. If you're a man, chase your dream, ride in your rodeo. If someone gets in your way knock the shit out of them. How can you expect anyone to respect you if you don't respect yourself? Draw a line and don't let any one cross it. Respect women, treat them with kindness, and don't go chasing them around wasting your life away trying to get laid. Man hood is earned; it isn't the result of managing to live 18 years without getting killed. The American man is a dying species, being replaced by these spineless twits. Use your balls for something other then decoration.
I love old skool country, Goerge Strait, Garth Brooks and so on. Man that was some awesome music.
"... The woman wants her cowboy like he wants his Rodeo"
His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And shed give half of texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his loves in tulsa
And she knows hes gonna go
Well, it aint no woman, flesh and blood
Its that damned old rodeo.
(chorus)
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls a man
And her backs against the wall
And its so long girl, Ill see you.
When its time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo
*chorus*
Itll drive a cowboy crazy
Itll drive the man insane
And hell sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all hell have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin
This dream they call rodeo.
*chorus*
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
Its the broncs and the blood
Its the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo
We all have our very own Rodeo don't you think, the dream that we all chase. I want to drive a race car. There are those sad few who don't have a dream, who are content to settle for the mediocre, a life spent as a corporate slave, working in a box to pay for a house and a car. His wife doesn't love him, and his kids don't respect him. Those who risk not, gain not. There was a time when men were men and we chased our dreams, and never gave up. Now all the men in this country are just sperm donors for the misguided youth of America. There was a time when problems were solved with the fist, and win lose or drawl you still had you respect. Now boys grow into men without the courage to stand up and fight for what the believe in, how sad. For fear of law suits, and going to jail we have emasculated our populous. If you're a man, chase your dream, ride in your rodeo. If someone gets in your way knock the shit out of them. How can you expect anyone to respect you if you don't respect yourself? Draw a line and don't let any one cross it. Respect women, treat them with kindness, and don't go chasing them around wasting your life away trying to get laid. Man hood is earned; it isn't the result of managing to live 18 years without getting killed. The American man is a dying species, being replaced by these spineless twits. Use your balls for something other then decoration.
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