Winner Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

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 an 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 riggins are set Lord the cowboy's ready to ride 

Well it'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... 

[ dobro - harmonica ] 

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 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 comin' true right in front of his eyes 

Cause he's the feller who won the big rodeo