Every evening on the interstate  Stop and go traffic he can hardly wait  To turn on the gravel  Leave the downtown core behind  Technology was going to set us free  That ain't the way it turned out to be  A little bit of leisure is  Harder and harder to find  He hits the gravel with some relief  He's older now and it's his belief  He maybe should have been just  A cowboy on the land  Chorus:  So saddle them ponies, open the gate  Gather them cattle 'cause supper can wait  It's the day in the life  Of a non-pro cuttin' horse man  Bridge:  This could be the year he puts it all together  This could be the year he finally gets it right  With a little luck and he don't draw into bad cattle  He'll be riding in the finals  On a Fort Worth Saturday night  (Y'know it's a)  Funny thing about this cuttin' game  A man gets hooked he's never the same  All he wants to do is ride and hunt a cow  So he'd better have an understanding wife  And keep it all together in his business life  If he wants to be cuttin' a couple of years from now  Ah, but there is magic in the horses' feet  In the way they jump and the way they sweep  It's an addiction, not that hard to understand