制作
出演艺人
White River
表演者
作曲和作词
J.B. Haynes
词曲作者
歌词
He grew up on a straw horse
With a cap gun in his hand
And in his dreams he must have fought
Every outlaw in the land
When he turned eighteen
He joined the rodeo
He went from town to town
Breaking horses and bones
He must have won a thousand trophies
Some say he was the best
He rode every bronc
That ever came out of the west
His body bore the scars
Was the price he had to pay
But he started drinking whiskey
Said it helped to ease the pain
Then one night in Okie City
He found a Bible by his bed
John 3:16
Had been underlined in red
And in that little rundown motel
He met someone who turned his life around
Now he's rescued more cowboys
Than all the rodeo clowns
Well, they called him Rodeo Preacher
Lord, he could ride 'em all
He would lend a helping hand
When some cowboy'd take a fall
Well, he worked the rodeo circuit
Calgary and down to Galveston
He led cowboys to Jesus
That's how the west was won
Well, they called him Rodeo Preacher
Lord, he could ride 'em all
He would lend a helping hand
When some cowboy'd take a fall
Well, he worked the rodeo circuit
Calgary and down to Galveston
He led cowboys to Jesus
That's how the west was won
Yeah, he led cowboys to Jesus
That's how the west was won
Written by: J B Haynes
