He grew up on a straw horse With a cap gun in his hand And in his dream he must have Fought every outlaw in the land And when he turned eighteen He joined the rodeo He went from town to town Break in horses and bones He must have won a thousand trophys Some say he was the best He rode every bronc That ever came out of the west His body bore the scars It was the price he had to pay So he started drinkin whiskey Said it helped to ease the pain Then one night in Okie city He found a bible by his bed John 3: 16 Had been underlined in red And in that little run-down motel He met someone who turned his life around Now he rescued more cowboys Than all the rodeo clowns X s 2 They call him Rodeo Preacher Lord he could ride em all He would lend a helpn hand When some cowboy take the fall He worked the rodeo circuit Calgary down to Galveston He led cowboys to Jesus Thats how the west was won