Sometimes this old road gets so damn lonesome away from home Ain't no way in sight head on back Nobody knows the way it feels to suffer through this living hell 'Less you been on down that road yourself Boy, do you know I ain't really a bum? I was once a clean cut mother's son And you know down deep inside I still I am But this rodeo life's got its hold on me And there ain't no way to set me free You know I've gotta be a rodeo man ♪ Skinny old dog on the rodeo grounds, scroungin', sniffin', lookin' around In a lot of ways I'm just like him 'Cause I'm eating up scraps off the dinner table in a greasy café 'Til I'm able to ride those broncs good enough to win Boy, do you know I ain't really a bum? I was once a clean cut mother's son And you know down deep inside I still I am This rodeo life's got its hold on me And there ain't no way to set me free You know I've gotta be a rodeo man You know I've gotta be a rodeo man