Papa Was a Rodeo

I like your twisted point of view, Mike I like your questioning eyebrows You've made it pretty clear what you like It's only fair to tell you now That I leave early in the morning And I won't be back till next year I see that kiss-me pucker forming But maybe you should plug it with a beer, 'cause Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer Before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough For a one-night stand Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo The light reflecting off the mirror ball Looks like a thousand swirling eyes They make me think I shouldn't be here at all You know, every minute someone dies What are we doing in this dive bar? How can you live in a place like this? Why don't you just get into my car And I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer Before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough For a one-night stand Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo And now it's 55 years later We've had the romance of the century After all these years wrestling gators I still feel like crying When I think of what you said to me: "Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer Before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough For a one-night stand Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo," What a coincidence Your papa was a rodeo, too