Lyrics:

Let's have a hand for that young cowboyAnd wish him better luck next timeAnd hope we see him up in FargoOr somewhere farther down the lineThis time he sure drew a bad oneOne that nobody could rideBut by the way he pulled his hat onYou knew he'd be there for the fightAnd it's the classic contradictionThe unavoidable afflictionWell it don't take much to predict sonThe way it always goesOne day she'll say she loves youAnd the next she'll be tired of youAnd push'll always come to shove youOn that midnight rodeoHe almost made it to the buzzerSomehow he gave up in the endHe put one hand around the otherAnd let that pickup man on inAnd it was his last chance to ride itAnd now he'll have to move alongBut he knows back in his mind thatHe won't be away for longAnd it's the classic contradictionIt's the unavoidable afflictionIt don't take much to predict sonThe way it always goesBecause one day she'll say she loves youAnd the next she'll be tired of youAnd push'll always come to shove youOn that midnight rodeoSo let's have a hand for that young cowboyAnd wish him better luck next timeAnd hope we see him up in FargoOr somewhere farther down the line