Them bareback horses are the only thing. They make your back hurt they make your bell ring. They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore. But when it's all over you're craving some more.
It was dark and I was driving down a lonely Texas road. The night was hot and sleep pulled at my eyes. I was thinking 'bout the wild times and the women that I'd had.
I was waltzin' with my darlin' at the cattleman's ball. Lost in the music and her charms. I was glidin' around the dance floor. She felt so good in my arms.