Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet   Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife   It aint much but its all you've got to eat   You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low   Just call I'll send your busfare to come home   But you're just to proud to take it and home wont be the same   Now you've had a taste of rodeo   You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams   To satisfy the hunger in your soul   You wouldn't turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo      All your money's gone cept a twenty dollar bill   But thats your fees to enter old Cheyenne   And all thats in your favor is you and your try   And a deep knawing desperately to win   Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air   In your mind a promise has been made   If this way of life don't kill you or you don't starve to death   You swear you'll be the champion someday   You set out on the road...      Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet   Can of pork n beans that you open with your knife   It aint much but its all you've got to eat   You set out on the road...