Lyrics:

Let's have a hand for that young cowboy
And wish him better luck next time
I hope we'll see him up in Fargo
Or somewhere farther down the line

This time he sure drew a bad one
One that nobody could ride
By the way he pulled his hat on
You know he'd be there for the fight

And it's the classic contradiction
The unavoidable affliction
And it don't take much to predict, son
The way it always goes

'Cause 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

(Bridge)

He almost made it to the buzzer
Somehow he gave up in the end
He put one hand around the other
And let that pick up man on in

It was his last chance to ride it
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
The unavoidable affliction
And it don't take much to predict, son
The way it always goes

'Cause 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
I hope we'll see him up in Fargo
Or somewhere farther down the line