Rollin' dice with some rodeo junkies In a four-horse trailer's living quarters Bud Light bottle full of 'bacco spit Far from the only habit She wish he'd try and quit
It's been the same old shit every year And really she should've known Marry a man on the circuit And around and around you'll go
Was at a cabaret in the August dust Southern Saskatchewan He was God's gift to the silversmith And she pretended not to know who he was Knocked him down a few notches To draw his match for once The only can-chaser at the jackpot On a grade mare, but she won
And it's been the same old shit every year Really he should've known Marry a girl who runs the pattern And around and around you'll go
Youngest boy of a legacy family Heavy last name stitched on that sponsor jacket Black-dirt Betty with the burden of Knowing her Daddy always wished she were a son Well, there's some things that you can't change Others that you should There's knowing ropes and reins from just plain tangles When it comes to hanging on
Woah One more ride, baby, one more round One more Rodeo I swear this time, one more go One more Rodeo
Stubborn colt, cold back, crow-hoppin Dancing, daring you to try to stay on Oh there's nothing she loved more than being In the round-pen with a tough one
Wasn't for lack of lunging him Sure wasn't for lack of heart But woah or go Green or broke All she knows is he loves rodeo