Fourth of July Rodeos Songtext
von Chris LeDoux
Fourth of July Rodeos Songtext
Just about 200 years ago, they signed that declaration
Tellin′ everybody in the whole wide world
They're gonna start a brand new nation
From that day on, the Fourth of July has been a holiday
To the rich man, poor man
And everybody else but the cowboys in the RCA
Well, I get on the phone and I call the airlines
Rent-a-cars and Greyhound stations
′Cause I've entered 'bout 13 rodeos out across the great big nation
Got the car tuned up
The tanks full of gas
I′ve got money in my hand
And if I ain′t overdrawn by the end of the week
At the bank, I'm a lucky man
It′s the Fourth of July on the rodeo trail
It'll drive you insane
My wife′s worried home by the telephone
I'm on the road again
It′s the Fourth of July on the rodeo trail
If I ever make it home, I swear
I'm gonna hang up my hat
Put up my riggin' sack
And for a month, I′m gonna stay right there
Well, I′ve been on the road about three days now
And I haven't had a minute′s rest
There's dark circles all around my bloodshot eyes
And my face is now a whiskered mess
Boy, I′d sure like a bath and a home cooked meal
But for now, I must be satisfied
With this double super-duper, half cooked burger
And a side of grease-soaked french fries
Well, the week's nearly over
And I wonder to myself, will I ever make it home alive?
When a bronc fell on me up in Calgary
When he slipped tryin′ to make his high dive
And the plane and the pilot
That we rented looked like surplus from World War I
And I thought many times about suicide
But I haven't found myself a gun
It's the Fourth of July on the rodeo trail
It′ll drive you insane
My wife′s worried home by the telephone
I'm on the road again
It′s the Fourth of July on the rodeo trail
If I ever make it home, I swear
I'm gonna hang up my hat
Put up my riggin′ sack
And for a month, I'm gonna stay right there
Tellin′ everybody in the whole wide world
They're gonna start a brand new nation
From that day on, the Fourth of July has been a holiday
To the rich man, poor man
And everybody else but the cowboys in the RCA
Well, I get on the phone and I call the airlines
Rent-a-cars and Greyhound stations
′Cause I've entered 'bout 13 rodeos out across the great big nation
Got the car tuned up
The tanks full of gas
I′ve got money in my hand
And if I ain′t overdrawn by the end of the week
At the bank, I'm a lucky man
It′s the Fourth of July on the rodeo trail
It'll drive you insane
My wife′s worried home by the telephone
I'm on the road again
It′s the Fourth of July on the rodeo trail
If I ever make it home, I swear
I'm gonna hang up my hat
Put up my riggin' sack
And for a month, I′m gonna stay right there
Well, I′ve been on the road about three days now
And I haven't had a minute′s rest
There's dark circles all around my bloodshot eyes
And my face is now a whiskered mess
Boy, I′d sure like a bath and a home cooked meal
But for now, I must be satisfied
With this double super-duper, half cooked burger
And a side of grease-soaked french fries
Well, the week's nearly over
And I wonder to myself, will I ever make it home alive?
When a bronc fell on me up in Calgary
When he slipped tryin′ to make his high dive
And the plane and the pilot
That we rented looked like surplus from World War I
And I thought many times about suicide
But I haven't found myself a gun
It's the Fourth of July on the rodeo trail
It′ll drive you insane
My wife′s worried home by the telephone
I'm on the road again
It′s the Fourth of July on the rodeo trail
If I ever make it home, I swear
I'm gonna hang up my hat
Put up my riggin′ sack
And for a month, I'm gonna stay right there
Writer(s): Chris Le Doux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
