C5 
Them bareback horses are the only thing 
     F5 
They make your back hurt they make your bell ring 
        G5 
They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore 
                                           C5 
But when it's all over you're craving some more 
 
 

Well you drive down the road in a broke down car 
    F5 
You stop in some town you wonder where in the hell you are 
    G5 
You get yourself a road map and head out once again 
                                                    C5 
With only enough for fees so you'd damn sure better win 
    F5                                   C5 
You finally make the pitchin' with your entry fees all paid 
        G5                         C5 
You get on another snatcher and he flings you away 
       C5                           F5 
So you head to town broken hearted lookin' for a chance 
   G5                                        C5 
To get a little drunk and find some girl and dance 
 

                                   F5 
Well you meet a little girl at the bar all alone 
    G5                                             C5 
You whoop some words on her to get her to take you home 
                                  F5 
But she's got a big boyfriend who just came from the can 
            G5                                        C5 
And he says move on there buddy cause he's her lovin' man 
        F5                                C5 
So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight 
       G5 
You're drunk and broken hearted 
         C5 
And it's twelve o'clock at night 
                                 F5 
And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans 
    G5 
But by god you got a half a tank of gas 
                      C5 
And a can of pork and beans 
 
 
F5 
You write a hot check to pay your fees once again 
    G5                                      C5 
You got yourself a good one so you ought to win 
                                   F5 
The horse is standin' in the chute then he bucks around 
    G5                                        C5 
The whistle blows then you're standin' on the ground 
    F5                                    C5 
The judges total their markings and they tally up the score 
           G5                      C5 
And you're beatin' everybody by at least ten points or more 
                                     F5 
So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash 
       G5                                       C5 
A good feelin' in your heart and a tank full of gas 
 

                                            F5 
But boys the day finally comes when you get old and grey 
    G5                                    C5 
You gotta hang your spurs up and put your riggin' away 
                         F5 
You look back now with a wantin' eye 
    G5                                   C5 
But brother it's all gone so you sit and cry