Them bareback horses are the only thing   They make your back hurt they make your bell ring   They're hard on tailbones and they make your neck sore   But when it's all over you're craving some more         Well you drive down the road in a broke down car   You stop in some town you wonder where in the hell you are   You get yourself a road map and head out once again   With only enough for fees so you'd damn sure better win   You finally make the pitchin' with your entry fees all paid   You get on another snatcher and he flings you away   So you head to town broken hearted lookin' for a chance   To get a little drunk and find some girl and dance   Well you meet a little girl at the bar all alone   You whoop some words on her to get her to take you home   But she's got a big boyfriend who just came from the can   And he says move on there buddy cause he's her lovin' man   So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight   You're drunk and broken hearted   And it's twelve o'clock at night   And you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans   But by God you got a half a tank of gas   And a can of pork and beans      You write a hot check to pay your fees once again   You got yourself a good one so you ought to win   The horse is standin' in the chute then he bucks around   The whistle blows then you're standin' on the ground   The judges total their markings and they tally up the score   And you're beatin' everybody by at least ten points or more   So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash   A good feelin' in your heart and a tank full of gas   But boys the day finally comes when you get old and grey   You gotta hang your spurs up and put your riggin' away   You look back now with a wantin' eye   But brother it's all gone so you sit and cry