This Lyric is: #236

"He Loves To Rodeo"
Copyright2002 Tony Gunter

1st verse
Never does too good in school
Always feels out of place
Learning things could not compare
To adrenaline's taste
He can't wait for Friday nights
He prays he don't get thrown
The smell of sweat and leather
He loves to rodeo

chorus
Hand on the gate
He's needing eight
And a low nineties ride
He's wrapped around
Twelve hundred pounds
Of attitude named Clyde
Pulls down his hat
Folds back his chaps
Nods once and yells, "Let's go!"
Sawdust ballet
It ain't the pay
He loves to rodeo

2nd verse
His girlfriend races barrels
He loves to watch her ride
His eyes ain't always on the clock
As she goes flying by
Now she's leaning on the fence
His time to rock and roll
He's got the fire inside him
He loves to rodeo

chorus
Hand on the gate
He's needing eight
And a low nineties ride
He's wrapped around
Twelve hundred pounds
Of attitude named Clyde
Pulls down his hat
Folds back his chaps
Nods once and yells, "Let's go!"
Sawdust ballet
It ain't the pay
He loves to rodeo

instrumental

bridge
He's drawn this bull before
A rocking chair from Hell
He broke his hand the last time
Hung up inside the well

chorus
Hand on the gate
He's needing eight
And a low nineties ride
He's wrapped around
Twelve hundred pounds
Of attitude named Clyde
Pulls down his hat
Folds back his chaps
Nods once and yells, "Let's go!"
Sawdust ballet
It ain't the pay
He loves to rodeo