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When hDe was a boy dreamed of bein? Aman
Probably Gdreamed every thing that a Dyoung boy can
He?a lover, a fighter, a saBmddle bronc rider
An Dall-around Ahell of a Dhand
DAnd the spot lights on the sawdust that Ashines in his brain
And his Gdreams are the bones in his Dsoul
And there?rivers of dance halls and wiBmld, red eyeballs
On the Droad to the Abig rodDeo
Well the chutes are all loaded, the riggins are set
Lord, the cowboy?ready to ride
Well it?pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
There? be a hot time in the old town tonight
The horse in chute eight, he?a kickin?he gate
Lord, he?big and he?hard and he?crazy
And the chute boss is a hollerin??me on boys, get on ?m. I?commencin?o think you? all lazy?
Instrumental riff
With his spurs in his shoulders, the horse comes unglued
It?like ridin?ome kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin?the cowboy?a grinnin?Doin?ine there in all the commotion
The crowd?on its feet, the whistle she blows
And the pick-up men rush to his side
As they pull him away, he hears one of them say
?oks to me like a winnin?ide?
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And it?all comin?rue, right in front of his eyes
?uz he?the feller who won the big rodeo
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