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.