Lyrics
Sometimes this old road gets so damn lonesome away from home
Ain't no way in sight head on back
Nobody knows the way it feels to suffer through this living hell
'Less you been on down that road yourself
Boy, do you know I ain't really a bum
I was once a clean cut mother's son
And you know down deep inside, I still I am
But this rodeo life's got its hold on me
And there ain't no way to set me free
You know I've gotta be a rodeo man
Skinny old dog on the rodeo grounds, scroungin', sniffin', lookin' around
In a lot of ways I'm just like him
'Cause I'm eating up scraps off the dinner table in a greasy café
'Til I'm able to ride those broncs good enough to win
Boy, do you know I ain't really a bum
I was once a clean cut mother's son
And you know down deep inside, I still I am
This rodeo life's got its hold on me
And there ain't no way to set me free
You know I've gotta be a rodeo man
You know I've gotta be a rodeo man