E
His Eyes are cold and restless
                          E
His wounds have almost healed
     A                 E
And she?d give half of Texas

          A                E
Just to change the way he feels


She knows his love?s in Tulsa

       A
And she knows he?s gonna go

         E
Well, it ain?t no woman, flesh and blood

            B7  
It?s that damned old rodeo

- - -

            E
Well, it?s bulls and blood
 
It?s dust and mud

         A                  E
It?s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It?s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

      B7
He?ll win the next go round

      E
It?s boots and chaps

It?s cowboy hats

      A           E
It?s spurs and latigo

It?s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

          B7
And they call the thing rodeo

E, G, A,   E, G, A

- - -


     E
She does her best to hold him

      A                  E
When his loves comes to call

     A                   E      
But his need for it controls him

         A                   E
And her back?s against the wall

And it?s ?so long girl, I?ll see you?:

           A
When it?s time for him to go

         E
You know the woman wants her cowboy


         B7
Like he wants his rodeo

- - -
            E
Well, it?s bulls and blood
 
It?s dust and mud

          A                 E
It?s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It?s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

      B7
He?ll win the next go round

      E
It?s boots and chaps

It?s cowboy hats

     A            E
It?s spurs and latigo

It?s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

          B7
And they call the thing rodeo

E, G, A,   E, G, A

- - -




       E
It?ll drive a cowboy crazy

       A            E
It?ll drive a man insane

          A               E
And he?ll sell off everything he owns

        A                E
Just to pay to play her game

And a broken home and some broken bones

   A
Is all he?ll have to show

    E
For all the years that he spent chasin?

      B7
This dream they call rodeo

- - -

           E
Well, it?s bulls and blood
 
It?s dust and mud

          A                 E
It?s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It?s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle

      B7
He?ll win the next go round

      E
It?s boots and chaps

It?s cowboy hats

     A            E
It?s spurs and latigo

It?s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain

         B7
And they call the thing rodeo

- - -

      E
It?s the broncs and the blood

It?s the steers and the mud

         B7               E
And they call the thing rodeo