Rodeo

It's the caller, punk, let's go

Yeah, yeah, she could drink away my soul

Whoa, she could drink away my soul

Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yes, yeah

I said, whoa-whoa, she could drink away my soul

She'll grab a hold, and she won't let go

But the curb keep me on my toes, and I won't let go

When that girl get the buck and I hold on that rope

She go up and down, man, a lot of that show

I say, welcome to the Rodeo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Steer clear from the pines

She been going black from the start (start)

Been drinking since noon, now it's dark (dark)

I been trying to rope her, get a little closer

She been barrel racing single malt on a coaster (let's go)

I ain't drunk enough, forgot the balls to approach her (yeah)

She a wild Mustang, I'm just tryna to poach her (yeah)

Trying to take her for a ride, only got eight seconds in the end

I'ma end up so hurt

See, I've been picking you from a distance to see what you're sipping

I know you're busy, but I only need a minute (need a minute)

And you look like a bit in trouble, but look at the buckle

You know I'm riding, I'm fitting to get up in it

So what you think about going bareback eight seconds with a stallion?

That sounds right up your alley

That reverse cowgirl might rock my world

But I'm trying to get lost in the valley

I said, whoa, she could drink away my soul

She'll grab a hold, and she won't let go

But the curb keep me on my toes, and I won't let go

When that girl get the buck and I hold on that rope

She go up and down, man, a lot of that show

I say, welcome to the Rodeo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

They kept her locked in the chute

Maybe she just wanna let loose (loose)

Bad, from her hat to her boots (boots)

Wanna tie her down, but she really needs to move (move)

But that girl danger if you wanna know the truth (truth)

And she's no angel, for that I'm thankful (uh-huh)

Tryna ride freehand at the right angle (yeah)

When she get the feeling that she's locked up and ready to go

Then that ride might end up painful (ooh)

So get to laughing, 'cause nothing funny

This little buckle bunny got her own bag

She don't need your money

Ain't no rewrite, tryna go at it again

That little outfit might get muddy

Swerving all you lames like she tryna hit the doggie

I'ma last all late seconds if she wants it

Oh, you look big, man, I can see it buddy

While we ride off in the sunset, all in my buggy

I said, whoa-whoa, she could drink away my soul

She'll grab a hold, and she won't let go

But the curb keep me on my toes, and I won't let go

When that girl get the buck and I hold on that rope

She go up and down, man, a lot of that show

I say, welcome to the Rodeo

I say welcome to the Rodeo