Most of the time, things are pretty sublime in this little one horse town
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Well they close all the stores and they roll up the steets
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When the evenning sun goes down
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But the fourth of July flags will be flying high
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As folks come from miles around
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They'll be roarin' all night till the dawns early light
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When the big rodeo comes to town
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Well there ain't no top names of rodeo fame no Tibbs nor Larry Mahans
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Just some local cowboys out to make 'em some noise
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But they know everyone in the stands
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They're clean and they're wild with tobacco stained smiles
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And they dont care if they make a dime
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If they win or they lose well they don't give a hoot
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They're out just to have a good time
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There's cowboys and ladies and old folks and babies
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And young girls with stars in their eyes
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Flashy bronc riders and whisker'ed old timers tellin' their stores and lies
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There's cold beer and Brandy and pink cotton candy
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When it's all over they'll all head on down
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To the rodeo dance some midnight romance
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When the big rodeo comes to town
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The bands playing loud to that dance hall crowd
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As boots stir the dust on the floor
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At the bar they're playin' old Willie and Whalen
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As beers disappear by the score
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But hangovers I'll bet they'll soon forget
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When the next year comes rollin' around
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They'll be at it again with all of their friends
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When the big rodeo comes to town
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When The Rodeo Comes To Town
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| Chris LeDoux |
