Farther Down The Line Lyrics - Lovett Lyle

Let's have a hand for that young cowboy 

And wish him better luck next time 

And hope we see him up in Fargo 

Or somewhere farther down the line 

This time he sure drew a bad one 

One that nobody could ride 

But by the way he pulled his hat on 

You knew he'd be there for the fight 

And it's the classic contradiction 

The unavoidable affliction 

Well it don't take much to predict son 

The way it always goes 

One day she'll say she loves you 

And the next she'll be tired of you 

And push'll always come to shove you 

On that midnight rodeo 

He almost made it to the buzzer 

Somehow he gave up in the end 

He put one hand around the other 

And let that pickup man on in 

And it was his last chance to ride it 

And now he'll have to move along 

But he knows back in his mind that 

He won't be away for long 

And it's the classic contradiction 

It's the unavoidable affliction 

It don't take much to predict son 

The way it always goes 

Because one day she'll say she loves you 

And the next she'll be tired of you 

And push'll always come to shove you 

On that midnight rodeo