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
