He got down out of the cattle truck and the Amarillo night
He looked up at the Texas sky, he thought of his last ride
He drained all his tomorrows for eight seconds, one more time
He could have made World Champion Cowboy back in 1969
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He thanks the driver for the ride, and he closes semi-door
And limped across the parking lot to another liquor store
He held on to the bottle as he counted out his change
And he felt like some old saddled rock
That'd been turned out on the range
When the rodeo is over, where does the cowboy go?
Never thought it'd be his last ride
'Til the last time he got thrown
When your heart can't take the losing
And your knees can't take the blows
When the rodeo is over, where does the cowboy go?
Where does the cowboy go?
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Whiskey on his breath, and the age in his eyes
He hitched a ride on the Interstate and fade into the sunrise
Nassel Don, she's a vortex, but she's sweeter than the coast
He smokes cigarettes, he can't afford and whistles to the ghost
His boots belong to memory, and his spurs belong to rest
He'll be picking up his turquoise and leave the buckles in the dust
When the rodeo is over, where does the cowboy go?
He never thought it'd be his last ride
'Til the last time he got thrown
When your heart can't take the losing
And your knees can't take the blows
When the rodeo is over, where do the cowboys go?
When the rodeo is over, where does the cowboy go?
Upward, the small roads grow bigger
Somewhere on musical road, a cowboy's a-taking his chances
Hopin' that Tanya will show