Just about two hundred years ago they signed that declaration   Tellin' everybody in the whole wide world    they're gonna start a brand new nation   From that day on the 4th of July has been a holiday   To the rich man, poor man, and everybody else but the cowboys in the RCA   Well I get on the phone and call the airlines   rent-a-cars and Greyhound stations   Cause I've entered bout thirteen rodeos out across the great big nation   Got the car tuned up    the tanks full of gas    I've got money in my hand   And if I ain't overdrawn by the end of the week   at the bank I'm a lucky man      Chorus:   It's the 4th of July on the rodeo trail    it'll drive you insane   My wife's worried home by the telephone    I'm on the road again    It's the Forth of July on the rodeo trail if I ever make it home I swear   I'm gonna to hang up my hat    put up my riggin' sack   And for a month I'm gonna stay right there      Well I've been on the road about three days now    and I haven't had a minutes rest   There's dark circles all around my bloodshot eyes   and my face is now a whiskered mess   Boy I'd sure like a bath and a home cooked meal    but for now I must be satisfied   With this double super-duper half cooked burger   And a side of grease soaked french fries   Well the week's nearly over and I wonder to myself will I ever make it home alive   When a bronc fell on me up in Calgary   when he slipped tryin' to make his high dive   And the plane and the pilot that we rented looked like surplus from World War I   And I thought any times about suicide    but I haven't found myself a gun      Chorus