Lyrics
He's a rodeo hand, a dying breed, drifting like the tumbleweed
Rolling where the urge tells him to go
And all a cowboy really needs is a tank of gas and entry fees
To get him to the next big rodeo
Now most athletes take vitamin C, alfalfa pills, and super B
But cowboy's don't need all that modern stuff
A cowboy's gotta be lean and mean, he trains on caffeine and nicotine
And them all night drives help to keep him tough
Well, he's underfed and underpaid and too damn hungry to be afraid
Somewhere between crazy and insane
A cowboy's ain't afraid to die and shit, they'd even ride a red eyed lion
If you'd just show him where to take the rein
He's a rodeo hand, a dying breed, drifting like the tumbleweed
Rolling where the urge tells him to go
And all a cowboy really needs is just a tank of gas and entry fees
To get him to the next big rodeo
Now, the only coach a cowboy needs is a growling gut saying, "It's time to eat!"
So tonight, cowboy, you better make that winning ride
And 'bout the only thing that makes him go is that big gold buckle
Waiting down the road and a bad case of too much cowboy pride
He's a rodeo hand, a dying breed, drifting like the tumbleweed
Rolling where the urge tells him to go
And all a cowboy really needs is a tank of gas and entry fees
To get him to the next big rodeo
He's a rodeo hand, a dying breed, drifting like the tumbleweed
And he's heading to the next big rodeo
