The rodeo is over and the crowd has all gone home

And you have time to walk around these lonely grounds alone

You see the empty buckin chutes where broncs and bulls have stood

You think about the way they fired the bad ones and the good

You ask yourself what calls me on why did I ever go

And leave my loved ones far behind to follow rodeo

Though you haven't got a dime you know just where to go

You'll pack your hat and riggin' sack to another rodeo

Some folks say that you're a bum but you know that isn't so

You are just a happy guy on the only road you know



You bucked down at Mount Isa when you got hot from the swell

And you missed one out at Alice Springs but they said you spurred him well

Feeling bruised and battered and your sprits mighty low

You hear the highway call you on to another rodeo

Though you haven't got a dime...