Lyrics:

Most of the time, things are pretty sublime in this little one horse town

Well they close all the stores and they roll up the steets

When the evenning sun goes down

But the fourth of July flags will be flying high

As folks come from miles around

They'll be roarin' all night till the dawns early light

When the big rodeo comes to town



Well there ain't no top names of rodeo fame no Tibbs nor Larry Mahans

Just some local cowboys out to make 'em some noise

But they know everyone in the stands

They're clean and they're wild with tobacco stained smiles

And they dont care if they make a dime

If they win or they lose well they don't give a hoot

They're out just to have a good time



There's cowboys and ladies and old folks and babies

And young girls with stars in their eyes

Flashy bronc riders and whisker'ed old timers tellin' their stores and lies

There's cold beer and Brandy and pink cotton candy

When it's all over they'll all head on down

To the rodeo dance some midnight romance

When the big rodeo comes to town



The bands playing loud to that dance hall crowd

As boots stir the dust on the floor

At the bar they're playin' old Willie and Whalen

As beers disappear by the score

But hangovers I'll bet they'll soon forget

When the next year comes rollin' around

They'll be at it again with all of their friends

When the big rodeo comes to town