Faded old blue Wranglers, dusty cowboy hat Pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet Can of pork and beans that you opened with your knife It ain't much but it's 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 bus fare to come home" But you're just to proud to take it and home won't be the same Now you've had a taste of rodeo You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams To satisfy that 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 20 dollar bill But that's your fees to enter old Cheyenne And all that's in your favor is you and your try And a deep gnawing desperately to win As 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 to seek your boyhood dreams To satisfy that hunger in your soul You wouldn't turn back now even if you could You were born to follow rodeo Faded old blue Wranglers, dusty cowboy hat Pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet Can of pork and beans that you opened with your knife It ain't much but it's all you've got to eat