Not another existential cowboy,
And no more california champagne,
Not another saddle tramp, sick, sore, lonely and out of place ,
Crying in his coffee ice cream, c'mon,
Edith cannot fix another engine,
Nor paint another face on a rubber can clown,
She takes another temp job,
But in her secret heart she rides,
Sad, sweet heart of the rodeo,
Awooooo-ooooo,
Not an urban legend now, sad, sweet heart of the rodeo,
Awoooo-ooooo-oooo-ooo-ooo
Give it a rest, give it a rest, give it a day,
Norman says that you can take a valium,
Or maybe something stronger,
'cause he doesn't understand,
Well, how do you get so excited watching the lusty man?
The marlboro man died of cancer,
And he wasn't a rocket scientist when he was healthy, ha ha ha,
She took one last gulp of soft city condensention,
And blasted off from his little ....? (no clue in heaven.)
Sad, sweet heart of the rodeo,
Awooooo-ooooo,
Not an urban legend now,
Sad, sweet heart of the rodeo,
Listen, cowboy bill, where are ya? (awooo-ooo-ooo)
(*long guitar solo*) |
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