see ya do the rodeo Let me see ya Come on and do the rodeo Let me see ya bounce that, move that, do that Let me see ya do the rodeo (Rodeo show)
We're off to the rodeo To watch the cowboy show The thing that makes them different Than what we've grown to know 'Cause they'll take their knocks And
in my rodeo, come on ride in my rodeo) This one of another one of them nasty M.E.F. joints Come on, come on, come on (Come on ride in my rodeo, come on
the joy and the pain and they call the thing rodeo It's the broncs and the blood It's the steers and the mud And they call the thing rodeo
Hoy que me dices adios Sin excusas ni rodeos Quiero contarte mi error De la angustia que da el miedo Ayer me dabas de todo De gratis y sin reservas Y
Well it's forty below And I don't give a fuck Got a heater in my truck And I'm off to the rodeo It's an allamande left And allamande right C'mon you fuckin
Lead Vocal by Jim Don't tell me I'm wrong, 'Cause I've been watching every move that you make. Hearts you steal, in your make up and heels Trouble for
Can?t get used to what you told me You said better brace yourself There's changes coming in I wake up to a brand-new story Stop the clock that's ticking
I got my plans from trembling hands I knew just what to do Follow each step carefully And hope they pulled me through My father ran to different lands
I could have done better things Someone shut my mouth Or somebody clipped my wings So many wasted evenings Talking the same sweet talk Always the last
Who wouldn?t do anything That you want them to Carry the world right to your feet If that?s what you want me to do Didn?t we laugh And scream and should
As we drove on through the Finger Lakes Water shining at our side I was wrestling the demons in my mind But it seemed to me you were reaching for Some
You have never tried To conceal or deny That this love is my ruin My peril and trial All of the promises Were nothing but lies But now that you?re here
If you see some picture of us Lying on the bed Some old memory haunts you Gets stuck inside your head Don?t get angry about it And wish we?d never been
A crowded room on Beverley A party for the rent You were sittin' casually With a few of your fabulous friends I asked you what your name was But you
Pointy two tonnes, echo down the street The street, the street, the street, the street, whoa Shiny buckles, jangle to the beat The beat, the beat, the
It?s so easy to fall in love with you I know I did for a day or two You never noticed lost in your crowd Just no room for me up on that cloud Can?t find
Are you ready Ready to cry Are you ready Ready to cry This is the saddest story You all know why So cry, cry, cry Don?t worry, buddy We?ll see this
