Rodeo Trails - Chris Ledoux

You made a few bucks in a show down in Texas

You rode the train north threw the sand and the sage

It took all you had to make entry in Denver

A cheap hotel room like a cat in a cage

But you hit a good lick when you won the bull doggin'

Marked eighty points on that old Brahma bull

The entry fees high up in Utah they tell me

But your going there with a back pocket full

Get out while you can hoss there ain’t nothin' to it

Some ornerya old broncs gonna lame you for life

It got in your blood so you just gotta do it

The rodeo trails gonna widder your wife

You drew an old nag that looked easy in Utah

But he had a temper as bad as his looks

His high divin' twist was the worst ever you saw

But all that you took was one for the book

Now ten days have past your feeling much better

Your bad leg still hurts but your thinkin' bout home

You use your last buck to mail her a letter

Says honey my last one is in San Anton

Get out while you can…

Get out while you can hoss there ain’t nothin' to it

The rodeo trails gonna widder your wife