Somewhere on the Prairie, a yellow stud runs free. Runnin' through the sage brush, down through the coolies. There not far behind him, a cowboy rides along.
I left home with a suitcase, my songs and my guitar. Headed down to Nashville gonna try to be a star. The Nashville folks they made me feel like I was right at home.
White lines go flash-in by me. As I wonder where this road will finally end. I think about the past and I'm not too sure. Just where the road began. .
His boots are old and tattered. His Stetson has seen it's better days. His hands are rough and calloused. And what's left of his hair is turning gray.
Ain't it funny how an ole song. Can take you back in time. Bring back the memories. You thought you left behind. . The melodies they never change. Just get better with time.
Well, I'm lean, mean and hungry. Rude, crude and dirty. The most folks that see me. Goin' down the road. . I'm a bum and I'm lazy. Some think I'm crazy.
Cowboy, you're like a Mustang driftin' with the wind. Riding clear of fences that might close you in. Your wild, restless spirit keeps you searchin' for higher ground.
Every time the end of the month. Finally rolls our way. We've got just enough money honey. To see that the bills get paid. . But this time we've got an extra hundred dollars.
I walked behind the chute, strapped my spurs to my boots. At that Big Rodeo in Cheyenne. Feelin' tired and sore for a ride the day before. And a thousand other rides since I began.
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.
I rodeoed on the circuit. For nearly fifteen years. To reach the top it took a lot. Of blood, sweat and tears. . I finally won the title. I finally gained the fame.
You've finally arrived at the goals that you set. You thought that was it boy, oh, but you can't quit yet. There's a lonesome old road and it starts at the top.
Well your mama finds it hard to understand. Why her lovin' son wants to be a rodeo man. And your daddy had a whole lotta great big plans for you. But you hate to disappoint him but you got other things to do.
I was born in Mississippi. On the Gulf of Mexico. And I could hear the Gators a roar at night. Out on the old bayou. . I remember Spanish moss. A hangin' from the cypress trees.
Blue eyes and freckles neath a white cowboy hat. His two bestest friends are his dog and his cat. He's one of the good guys it's plain to see. Shore enough cowboy though he's only three.
He was born and raised in Oklahoma. His blood lines were white and Cherokee. His daddy owned a ranch outside of Clairmore. Where he learned to ride before the age of three.