When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' well
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There's fame and there's fortune
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And glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trail
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So I packed up my stuff in my old pickup truck to follow my rodeo dreams
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Now I'm finally on the top but I feel like a flop
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Cause I've spent all the fortune I've seen
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Now where is the glory in drivin' all night
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Down a highway that's headed to nowhere
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What good's the fame when the fortune's all gone
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And the dreams turned into a nightmare
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Like Ed Bruce said Mamma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
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I'm inclined to agree but if you ask me you know I'd go through it again
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Now what does it take to be a rodeo cowboy I guess I'm a expert at that
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Takes a whole lot of guts and old lady luck but not too much under this hat
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Well he thrives on the crowds yellin' real load for him to face dyin' again
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But the good Lord takes care of children and fools
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He's no kid so what's that make him
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Now where is the glory...
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Where Is The Glory
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| Chris LeDoux |
