Farther Down The Line Lyrics by Lyle Lovett
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Let's have a hand for that young cowboy
And wish him better luck next time
And hope we see him up in fargo
Or somewhere farther down the line
This time he sure drew a bad one
One that nobody could ride
But by the way he pulled his hat on
You knew he'd be there for the fight

And it's the classic contradiction
The unavoidable affliction
Well it don't take much to predict son
The way it always goes
One day she'll say she loves you
And the next she'll be tired of you
And push'll always come to shove you
On that midnight rodeo

He almost made it to the buzzer
Somehow he gave up in the end
He put one hand around the other
And let that pickup man on in
And it was his last chance to ride it
And now he'll have to move along
But he knows back in his mind that
He won't be away for long

And it's the classic contradiction
It's the unavoidable affliction
It don't take much to predict son
The way it always goes
Because one day she'll say she loves you
And the next she'll be tired of you
And push'll always come to shove you
On that midnight rodeo

So let's have a hand for that young cowboy
And wish him better luck next time
And hope we see him up in fargo
Or somewhere farther down the line
Let's have a hand for that young cowboy   And wish him better luck next time   And hope we see him up in fargo   Or somewhere farther down the line   This time he sure drew a bad one   One that nobody could ride   But by the way he pulled his hat on   You knew he'd be there for the fight      And it's the classic contradiction   The unavoidable affliction   Well it don't take much to predict son   The way it always goes   One day she'll say she loves you   And the next she'll be tired of you   And push'll always come to shove you   On that midnight rodeo      He almost made it to the buzzer   Somehow he gave up in the end   He put one hand around the other   And let that pickup man on in   And it was his last chance to ride it   And now he'll have to move along   But he knows back in his mind that   He won't be away for long      And it's the classic contradiction   It's the unavoidable affliction   It don't take much to predict son   The way it always goes   Because one day she'll say she loves you   And the next she'll be tired of you   And push'll always come to shove you   On that midnight rodeo      So let's have a hand for that young cowboy   And wish him better luck next time   And hope we see him up in fargo   Or somewhere farther down the line