Well you wore the blue out of your jeans Your hat is never clean The pain you say is just a part of life You'll never say it hurts You're a subject of the curse Getting by 8 seconds at a time Now you ain't got much to show For this damned old rodeo There ain't no big gold buckle on your belt Guess you like the way it feels With the road beneath your wheels You're betting on the hand that you been dealt Dust, sweat, and callused hands Grit in the teeth Squinted eyes that's seen better days If you had it all to do again You wouldn't change a thing Freedom in the life Of Rodeo Dreams Well it ain't all glamour like it seems To live on pork and beans Spend most nights sleeping in the truck Underneath that prairie moon Dreams of being back home soon Until those damned ol' flies wake you up Well dust, sweat, and callused hands Grit in the teeth Squinted eyes that's seen better days If you had it all to do again You wouldn't change a thing Freedom in the life Of Rodeo Dreams Well ain't it great to be alive An old man at 35 Just ain't ready to ride off into the sun If you die under your shield Out on that battlefield I guess you go down Doin' what you love Well dust, sweat and callused hands Grit in the teeth Squinted eyes that's seen better days If you had it all to do again You wouldn't change a thing Freedom in the life Rodeo Dreams Freedom in the life Of Rodeo Dreams Yeah, Freedom in the life Of Rodeo Dreams