You made a few bucks in a show down in Texas   You rode the train north threw the sand and the sage   It took all you had to make entry in Denver   A cheap hotel room like a cat in a cage   But you hit a good lick when you won the bull doggin'   Marked eighty points on that old Brahma bull   The entry fees high up in Utah they tell me   But your going there with a back pocket full   Get out while you can hoss there ain't nothin' to it   Some ornerya old broncs gonna lame you for life   It got in your blood so you just gotta do it   The rodeo trails gonna widder your wife      You drew an old nag that looked easy in Utah   But he had a temper as bad as his looks   His high divin' twist was the worst ever you saw   But all that you took was one for the book   Now ten days have past your feeling much better   Your bad leg still hurts but your thinkin' bout home   You use your last buck to mail her a letter   Says honey my last one is in San Anton   Get out while you can...   Get out while you can hoss there ain't nothin' to it   The rodeo trails gonna widder your wife