The Ride

THE RIDE I got a horse named Sam, a dog named Joe, and my old Chevy truck. In the front of my trailer is my saddle and bridle with a horseshoe thrown in for luck. Got my bedroll and boots, one change of clothes, just enough money for gas. I’m on my way to the next rodeo, so Darlin’, I think I’ll pass Your kind invitation to hang around here, and take up a new line of work That wouldn’t involve breakin’ my bones. To refuse makes me sound like a jerk. But listen a moment to what’s in my heart, and maybe you’ll understand Why I keep on ridin’ them wild buckin’ broncs while lookin’ for a soft place to land. When I was eighteen I thought about gettin’ a job and workin’ from nine to five. But I couldn’t find anything I could do that would keep me feelin’ alive. Now it’s twenty years later and I ain’t got much to show for the years in between. But it don’t matter when I get to the gate, ‘cause it starts all over again. I hear the roar of the rodeo crowd. I smell the dust risin’ high in a cloud. And there’s a thrill that starts to tickle my veins when I hear them start to call out the names. I know that soon I’m gonna be out there. Win or lose, I’m not gonna care, ‘cause all I wanna do is make The Ride. It’s all about The Ride.