Rhyme of the Ancient Rodeo Rider
Travel trailers, trophy buckles
And Blue Ribbon bottles,
Litter my ol’ lonely landscape
Of rodeo battles.
I lost a few and won a few
And traveled down the road—
I lived for that 8-second ride—
Thought town jobs were a load.
I cowboyed up and cowboyed down—
Touched too many a heart—
I never realized all those dreams—
Greet folks at the WalMart.
Trailers, trophies and stale warm beer—
Rodeo don’t seem real—
They’re all just empty as my life—
Now I know how cows feel.
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