Lyrics:

(Lyle Lovett) 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