D A
When he was a boy dreamed of bein? man
G D
Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can
Bm
He?a lover, a fighter, a saddle bronc rider
D A D
An all-around hell of a hand
Chorus
D A
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
G D
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
Bm
And there?rivers of dance halls and wild, red eyeballs
D A D
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