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
