Interstate 5 all night drivingnPulling into sacramento for a whilenDirty old town, dirty old roomnI lie down an hour or two and I can't even movenCan't stop running, don't know if I ever willnI guess I'm further from my home than from the end aheadnAnd I've seen texas up to AlbertanAin't no husband or no father or no lovernI am a rodeoman, I am a rodeomannSunrise checkout and I get the breakfast special downnBlow out the sandman from my pickupnEngines are hummin now and I ride leather black or tannI got weathered face and handsnBorn and raised up on the grandstand of the promised landnI am a rodeoman, I am a rodeomannAnd I been saying most of my lifenOnly one more ride to go, Lose, win or shownBut what's the point in making plansnWhat's the point in making plansnWhat's the point in making plansnWhen you're a rodeoman
Rodeoman
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