Rodeo Junkies

Rollin' dice with some rodeo junkies In a four-horse trailer's living quarters Bud Light bottle full of 'bacco spit Far from the only habit she wished he'd try and quit It's been the same old shit every year And really, she should've known Marry a man on the circuit And around and around you'll go Was at a cabaret in the August dust Southern Saskatchewan He was God's gift to the silversmith And she pretended not to know who he was Knocked him down a few notches To draw his match for once The only can-chaser at the jackpot On a grade mare, but she won And it's been the same old shit every year Really, he should've known Marry a girl who runs the pattern And around and around you'll go Oh-oh-oh Youngest boy of a legacy family Heavy last name stitched on that sponsor jacket Black-dirt Betty with the burden of Knowing her Daddy always wished she were a son Well, there's some things that you can't change Others that you should There's knowing ropes and reins from just plain tangles When it comes to hanging on Whoa, one more ride, baby, one more round One more Rodeo I swear this time, one more go One more Rodeo Stubborn colt, cold back, crow-hoppin' Dancing, daring you to try to stay on Oh, there's nothing she loved more than being In the round-pen with a tough one Wasn't for lack of lunging him Sure, it wasn't for lack of heart Whoa-oh, poor girl Green or broke All she knows is he loves rodeo