there goes the king of all the rodeos
But my winning days are past
and my luck is fading fast
When I look into my pockets now I find
No rodeo dough, no rodeo dough
No rodeo dough, no rodeo dough
There's no dough in the rodeo for me
Sitting on that silver saddle,
I'm gonna quit my roaming,
I'll go home and be an old cow hand
and I know she'll understand
We'll marry, I know, she'll cook and sew
I really like that life, boys
And by roundup time we'll have a family
There's no dough in the rodeo
I've been riding, roping,
Sitting on that silver saddle,
and I'll go home and be an old cow hand
I got a gal who's a ballad,
Things have changed, boys,
and by roundup time we'll
There's no doh in the rodeo for me.
There's no doh in the rodeo for me.