C 
Them bareback horses are the only thing 
     F 
They make your back hurt they make your bell ring 
        G7 
They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore 
                                           C 
But when it's all over you're craving some more 
 
 
Well you drive down the road in a broke down car 
    F 
You stop in some town you wonder where in the hell you are 
    G7 
You get yourself a road map and head out once again 
                                                    C 
With only enough for fees so you'd damn sure better win 
    F                                   C 
You finally make the pitchin' with your entry fees all paid 
        G7                         C 
You get on another snatcher and he flings you away 
       C                           F 
So you head to town broken hearted lookin' for a chance 
   G7                                        C 
To get a little drunk and find some girl and dance 
 
                                   F 
Well you meet a little girl at the bar all alone 
    G7                                             C 
You whoop some words on her to get her to take you home 
                                  F 
But she's got a big boyfriend who just came from the can 
            G7                                        C 
And he says move on there buddy cause he's her lovin' man 
        F                                C 
So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight 
       G7 
You're drunk and broken hearted 
         C 
And it's twelve o'clock at night 
                                 F 
And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans 
    G7 
But by god you got a half a tank of gas 
                      C 
And a can of pork and beans 
 
 
 
F 
You write a hot check to pay your fees once again 
    G7                                      C 
You got yourself a good one so you ought to win 
                                   F 
The horse is standin' in the chute then he bucks around 
    G7                                        C 
The whistle blows then you're standin' on the ground 
    F                                    C 
The judges total their markings and they tally up the score 
           G7                      C 
And you're beatin' everybody by at least ten points or more 
                                     F 
So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash 
       G7                                       C 
A good feelin' in your heart and a tank full of gas 
 
 
                                            F 
But boys the day finally comes when you get old and grey 
    G7                                    C 
You gotta hang your spurs up and put your riggin' away 
                         F 
You look back now with a wantin' eye 
    G7                                   C 
But brother it's all gone so you sit and cry