I like your twisted point of view, mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
That i leave early in the morning
And i won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
But maybe you should plug it with a beer, cause
Papa was a rodeo - mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before i learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo
The light reflecting off the mirror ball
Looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think i shouldn't be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this
Why don't you just get into my car
And i'll take you away i'll take that kiss now, but
(boy) papa was a rodeo...
And now it's 55 years later
We've had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when i think of what you said to me
Papa was a rodeo...
Before you kiss me you should know - papa was a rodeo
What a coincidence, your papa was a rodeo too
