Papa Was A Rodeo Lyrics - Bright Eyes

I like your twisted point of view, Mike 

I like your questioning eyebrows 

You've made it pretty clear what you like 

It's only fair to tell you now 

I see that kiss-me pucker forming 

But maybe you should plug it with a beer, because 

Papa was a rodeo 

Mama was a rock'n'roll band 

I could play guitar and rope a steer 

Before I learned to stand 

Home was anywhere with diesel gas 

Love was a trucker's hand 

Never stuck around long enough 

For a one night stand 

Before you kiss me you should know 

Papa was a rodeo 

The light reflecting off the mirror ball 

Looks like a thousand swirling eyes 

They make me think I shouldn't be here at all 

You know, every minute someone dies 

What are we doing in this dive bar? 

How can you live in a place like this? 

Why don't you just get into my car 

And I'll take you away, I'll take that kiss now, but 

(Boy) Papa was a rodeo . . . 

And now it's 55 years later 

We've had the romance of the century 

After all these years wrestling gators 

I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me 

Papa was a rodeo . . . 

Before you kiss me you should know 

Papa was a rodeo 

What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too