Just about two hundred years ago they signed that declaration
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Tellin' everybody in the whole wide world
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they're gonna start a brand new nation
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From that day on the 4th of July has been a holiday
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To the rich man, poor man, and everybody else but the cowboys in the RCA
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Well I get on the phone and call the airlines
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rent-a-cars and Greyhound stations
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Cause I've entered bout thirteen rodeos out across the great big nation
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Got the car tuned up
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the tanks full of gas
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I've got money in my hand
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And if I ain't overdrawn by the end of the week
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at the bank I'm a lucky man
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Chorus:
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It's the 4th of July on the rodeo trail
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it'll drive you insane
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My wife's worried home by the telephone
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I'm on the road again
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It's the Forth of July on the rodeo trail if I ever make it home I swear
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I'm gonna to hang up my hat
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put up my riggin' sack
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And for a month I'm gonna stay right there
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Well I've been on the road about three days now
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and I haven't had a minutes rest
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There's dark circles all around my bloodshot eyes
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and my face is now a whiskered mess
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Boy I'd sure like a bath and a home cooked meal
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but for now I must be satisfied
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With this double super-duper half cooked burger
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And a side of grease soaked french fries
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Well the week's nearly over and I wonder to myself will I ever make it home alive
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When a bronc fell on me up in Calgary
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when he slipped tryin' to make his high dive
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And the plane and the pilot that we rented looked like surplus from World War I
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And I thought any times about suicide
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but I haven't found myself a gun
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Chorus
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Fourth Of July Rodeos
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Chris LeDoux |