歌词
When he was a boy, dreamed of bein' a man
Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can
He's a lover, a fighter, a saddle bronc rider
And all around hell of a hand
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And there's rivers of dance halls
And wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo
Well, the chutes are all loaded, the riggings are set
Lord, the cowboy's ready to ride
Well, he's pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight
The horse in chute eight, he's a-kickin' the gate
Lord, he's big and he's hard and he's crazy
And the chute boss is a-hollerin'
"Come on boys, get on 'em, I'm commencin' to think you're all lazy"
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And there's rivers of dance halls
And wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo
With his spurs in his shoulders, the horse comes unglued
It's like ridin' some kind of explosion
And the bronc, he starts spinnin', the cowboy's a-grinnin'
Doin' fine there in all the commotion
The crowd's on its feet and the whistle she blows
And the pickup men rush to his side
As they pull him away, he hears one of 'em say
Looks to me like a winnin' ride
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And it's all coming true right in front of his eyes
'Cause he's the fella that won the big rodeo