Lyrics
A rodeo's just a rodeo after riding several years
From ol' Cheyenne to Houston, they never cause too much fear
But let me tell you about one that'll chill your very soul
It happens in December when it's snowin' and it's cold
In Las Vegas, Nevada, there's a building of concrete
It's where the toughest stock and men have gathered to compete
The points have all been tallied and the stock has all been brought
We've got just two more hours 'cause it starts at eight o'clock
It's the Finals, the NFR, the Series of the sport
Hey rookie, can you take ten head, have you got the heart?
You think you're a tough cowboy, we'll find out in the end
When that final whistle blows and the stock's all in the pen
The Thomas and Mack's quiet all except for the sounds
Of the cowboys getting ready and the workmen of the grounds
The cowboys ask each other, what each other's got
"Did you draw old Virgil or pluck old Top Notch?"
The tension now is mounting as the crowd starts pouring in
A shiver goes all through me like from a cold, cold wind
I hear the horses comin', runnin' down the alleyway
They're snortin' and a—blowin' as men shut the sliding gates
It's the Finals, the NFR, the Series of the sport
Hey rookie, can you take ten head, have you got the heart?
You think you're a tough cowboy, we'll find out in the end
When that final whistle blows and the stock's all in the pen
We had too much time a while ago but not enough time now
The Anthem is now over, the grand entry's going out
I sit down on my bronc, I'm ready, and I wait
I hear a chute swing open, so I look out through the gate
A horse comes boiling out, and he blows up at the roof
And then there comes another, kicking like a curly wolf
I hear the chute boss holler through the yelling of the crowd
He says, "There's one ahead of you, so you'd better get screwed down"
It's the Finals, the NFR, the Series of the sport
Hey rookie, can you take ten head, have you got the heart?
You think you're a tough cowboy, we'll find out in the end