Born To Follow Rodeo Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Faded old blue wranglers, dusty cowboy hat 

Pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet's 

Can of pork n' beans that you opened with your knife 

It ain't much but it's all you've got to eat 

You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low 

Just call I'll send your bus fare to come home 

But you're just to proud to take it and home won't be the same 

Now you've had a taste of rodeo 

You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams 

To satisfy the hunger in your soul 

You wouldn't turn back now even if you could 

You were born to follow rodeo 

All your money's gone 'cept a twenty dollar bill 

But that's your fees to enter old Cheyenne 

And all thats in your favor is you and your try 

And a deep knawing desperately to win 

As you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air 

In your mind a promise has been made 

If this way of life don't kill you or you don't starve to death 

You swear you'll be the champion someday 

You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams 

To satisfy the hunger in your soul 

You wouldn't turn back now even if you could 

You were born to follow rodeo 

Faded old blue wranglers, dusty cowboy hat 

And pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet's 

Can of pork n' beans that you open with your knife 

It ain't much but it's all you've got to eat