I've been away too long My memory fades a bit The thought lingers in my mind The times I reminisce Our pictures are everywhere It's only two weeks away Till I get to be there with you And pray I hang on for eight I'll see ya in Tulsa With all the buck wild bucking stock I'll be back behind the chutes Setting my rope getting ready to nod I'll be right where I belong We'll no longer be apart I'll see ya in Tulsa Tulsa, you have my heart My wife packed her things away Placed them all by the door She said the rodeo can have me She didn't want me anyhow anymore I think I may know a cure One fixed by a bull or bronc To mend all my brokenness It may take a broken arm