I like your twisted point of view, Mike I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like It's only fair to tell you now
that I leave early in the morning and I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming but maybe you should plug it with a beer
cause Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one-night stand
Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo
The light reflecting off the mirror ball looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn't be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this Why don't you just get into my car
and I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but...
And now it's 55 years later We've had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators I still feel like crying
when I think of what you said to me... What a coincidence, your
Papa was a rodeo too