Takes 8

Now forty, get a check, break a little sweat

Put enough aside for the rent

Now come the weekend, my hand in the rigging

My next go is Cheyenne

Well, I scraped up the entry, the check from the county

Yeah, it hit the bank right on time

With you on my right, under Wyoming sky

I pray for a good ride tonight

Takes eight to win a buckle, nine to get me drunk

Little more than half a can of that good Skoal snuff

Keep a buzz in my head and a scoot in my boots

But nothing gets me dancing quite like you do, ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Gotta rank one to ride, but luck on my side

Got you sitting there front row

Oh, I look your way 'fore I nod and say

“Okay, boys, let’s go”

Well, the bronc get to bucking, my spurs get to running

A-rolling the hair off the hide

But it came out alright, got a piece of the prize

And won me that look in your eyes

Takes eight to win a buckle, nine to get me drunk

Little more than half a can of that good Skoal snuff

Keep a buzz in my head and a scoot in my boots

But nothing gets me dancing quite like you do, ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Takes eight to win a buckle, nine to get me drunk

Little more than half a can of that good Skoal snuff

Keep a buzz in my head and a scoot in my boots

But nothing gets me dancing quite like you do, ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh