The rodeo is over and the crowd has all gone home   And you have time to walk around these lonely grounds alone   You see the empty buckin chutes where broncs and bulls have stood   You think about the way they fired the bad ones and the good   You ask yourself what calls me on why did I ever go   And leave my loved ones far behind to follow rodeo   Though you haven't got a dime you know just where to go   You'll pack your hat and riggin' sack to another rodeo   Some folks say that you're a bum but you know that isn't so   You are just a happy guy on the only road you know      You bucked down at Mount Isa when you got hot from the swell   And you missed one out at Alice Springs but they said you spurred him well   Feeling bruised and battered and your sprits mighty low   You hear the highway call you on to another rodeo   Though you haven't got a dime...