Rollin' down a long highway, out to New Mexico. Driftin' down to Santa Fe, to ride a bull in a Rodeo. He's hooked on a feelin', addicted to a natural high.
He was just a hometown cowboy, his belly kind of fat. Acme boots up on his feet and a big U roll it hat. He was entered in the bull riding, he did it on a dare.
While driving down the last four miles of gravel road to home. All the old familiar landmarks seem like long lost friends. And as he pulls in to the ranch he sees his mom hangin' out the wash.
Well a few years back. Me and ol' John worked the Calgary rodeo. We were hangin' around town with nothing to do. And nowhere else to go. . And cowboys are known for their fun loving ways.
Just a rodeo drifter, he comes and he goes. Like a wild wind that blows in the night. The highways and back roads are all that he knows. He'll be gone with the mornin' gray light.
The ole man stands by the lone chute. He sold his calves today. He spits in the dust between his boots. As the semi pulls away. . Slick blue check in his grimy hands.