Rodeo Cold Beer

Like old west desperadoes we're ridin' like hell down the highway

From Houston to Pendleton, San Juan to old Santa Fe

This cross 'round my neck keeps me one step ahead of the devil

And they're some sweet Conejitas that keep me from going insane

I've been livin' on rodeo cold beer, and old Copenhagen

I've traded my soul for some blacktop and white painted lines

Livin' this way well I may never make it to heaven

Ah but boys if we're lucky we'll be in Wyoming tonight

We'll stop off in Moorcroft and sip on some Crook County coffee

Swing by the home place and say hi to Mama and Dad

If we have time we might throw down some Crown by the campfire

Then we'll say our goodbyes and head back down that highway again

I've been livin' on rodeo cold beer, and old Copenhagen

I've traded my soul for some blacktop and white painted lines

Livin' this way well I may never make it to heaven

Ah but boys if we're lucky we'll be in Wyoming tonight

I've been livin' on rodeo cold beer, and old Copenhagen

I've traded my soul for some blacktop and white painted lines

Livin' this way well I may never make it to heaven

Ah but boys if we're lucky we'll be in Wyoming tonight

I said boys if we're lucky we'll be in Wyoming tonight