Lyrics:

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 80 points on that old Brahma bull
The entry fees high up in Utah they tell me
But you're going there with a back pocket full


Get out while you can, hoss, there ain't nothin' to it
Some ornery old broncs gonna lame you for life
It got in your blood so you just gotta do it
The rodeo trails gonna widow 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
The fall that you took was one for the book

Now ten days have passed, you're feeling much better
The bad leg still hurts, but you're thinkin' bout home
You use your last buck to mail her a letter
Says honey my last one's in old San Antone
Get out while you can, hoss, there ain't nothin' to it
Some ornery old broncs gonna lame you for life
It got in your blood, so you just gotta do it
The rodeo trails gonna widow your wife
Get out while you can, hoss, there ain't nothin' to it
The rodeo trails gonna widow your wife