I've Got To Be A Rodeo Man

Sometimes this old road get's so damn lonesome away from home Ain't no way in sigth head on back Nobody knows the way it feels suffer through this living hell Less you been on down that road yourself Boy don't you know I ain't really a bum I was once a clean cut mothers son And you know down deep inside I still am but this rodeo life's got it's hold on me And there aint 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 alot of ways I'm just like him Cause I'm eating up scraps off the dinner table in a greasy cafe' til I'm able Ride those broncs good enough to win Boy don't you know...