The Winner

When he was a boy dreamed of bein? man Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can He?a lover, a fighter, a saddle bronc rider An all-around hell of a hand Chorus And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain And his dreams are the bones in his soul And there?rivers of dance halls and wild, red eyeballs On the road to the big rodeo Well the chutes are all loaded, the riggins are set Lord, the cowboy?ready to ride Well it?pull down his hat and he spit out his chew There? be a hot time in the old town tonight The horse in chute eight, he?a kickin?he gate Lord, he?big and he?hard and he?crazy And the chute boss is a hollerin??me on boys, get on ?m. I?commencin?o think you? all lazy? Chorus Instrumental riff With his spurs in his shoulders, the horse comes unglued It?like ridin?ome kind of explosion And the bronc he starts spinnin?the cowboy?a grinnin?Doin?ine there in all the commotion The crowd?on its feet, the whistle she blows And the pick-up men rush to his side As they pull him away, he hears one of them say ?oks to me like a winnin?ide? Chorus (with change) And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain And his dreams are the bones in his soul And it?all comin?rue, right in front of his eyes ?uz he?the feller who won the big rodeo