Lyrics:

Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet

Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife

It aint much but its all you've got to eat

You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low

Just call I'll send your busfare to come home

But you're just to proud to take it and home wont be the same

Now you've had a taste of rodeo

You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams

To satisfy the hunger in your soul

You wouldn't turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo



All your money's gone cept a twenty dollar bill

But thats your fees to enter old Cheyenne

And all thats in your favor is you and your try

And a deep knawing desperately to win

Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air

In your mind a promise has been made

If this way of life don't kill you or you don't starve to death

You swear you'll be the champion someday

You set out on the road...



Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet

Can of pork n beans that you open with your knife

It aint much but its all you've got to eat

You set out on the road...