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Scopin’ out cowboys from bleacher seats, Feelin’ the rush in a racin’ heartbeat. Lookin’ for love in the buckin’ chutes, Huntin’ a hero in high-heeled boots. Checkin’ ’em out at the rodeo dance, Makin’ my choice, takin’ a chance; Mesmerized by tight-fittin’ jeans, Fallin’ in love, not knowin’ what it means.

It’s hang and rattle, it’s twists and turns. It’s bearin’ down, it’s feelin’ the burn. It’s travelin’ light on a hope and a prayer Down a rodeo road that’s goin’ nowhere —A rodeo road that’s goin’ nowhere.

Eight long hours at a job in town. Horses to feed as the sun goes down. Scratch out lonely with a currycomb, Then an empty night in our empty home. It’s mac and cheese, the TV and me, An endless night in twisted sheets. Up with the sun to do it all once more, Rowin’ upstream with only one oar.

It’s jump and kick, it’s leaps and bounds. It’s gettin’ air, it’s hittin’ the ground. It’s travelin’ light on a hope and a prayer Down a rodeo road that’s goin’ nowhere —A rodeo road that’s goin’ nowhere.

Credit card bills from cheap motels. Long-distance calls, long farewells. Mailman says there’s bills to pay, Banker says there ain’t no way. Turn out the lights, turn down the bed, Pull up the covers, bury my head. Tossing, turning, reaching out, Longing, loving, going without.

It’s turnin’ back, it’s duck and dive. It’s an adrenaline rush, it’s feelin’ alive. It’s travelin’ light on a hope and a prayer Down a rodeo road that’s goin’ nowhere —A rodeo road that’s goin’ nowhere.

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