Rodeo Junkies

Rolling dice with some rodeo junkies in a four-horse trailer's living quarters

Bud Light bottle full of 'bacco spit, far from the only habit she wish he'd try and quit

It's been the same old shit every year

And really, she should've known

Marry a man on the circuit, and around and around you'll go

Was at a cabaret in the August dust, southern Saskatchewan

He was God's gift to the silversmith, and she pretended not to know who he was

Knocked him down a few notches to draw his match for once

The only can chaser in the jackpot on a grade mare, but she won

And it's been the same old shit every year

Really, he should've known

Marry a girl who runs the pattern, and around and around you'll go

Youngest boy of a legacy family, heavy last name stitched on that sponsor jacket

Black-dirt Betty with the burden of knowing her daddy always wished she were a son

Well, there's some things that you just can't change

Others that you should

There's knowing ropes and reins from just plain tangles when it comes to hanging on

Oh, one more ride, baby, one more round

One more rodeo

I swear this time, one more go

One more rodeo

Stubborn colt, cold back, crow hopping, dancing, daring you to try to stay on

Oh, there's nothing she loved more than being in the round pen with a tough one

Wasn't for lack of lunging, sure wasn't for lack of heart

But whoa or go? Green or broke?

All she knows is he loves rodeo