I took her daddy's old two-horse trailer
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I patched a place in the floor that was bare
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And we loaded up her barrel pony
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And a riggin' bag's all that I had
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Left with our the suitcases filled with desire
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four hundred dollars,two good spare tires
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Now our windshied's a painting that hangs in our room
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That changes with each mile like a radio tune
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With God up above,we'll make it on love under the rodeo moon
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Sometimes we sleep in a hotel when we're ridin' that hot hand of luck
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sometimes we crash at a friend's house
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Sometimes we sleep in the truck
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at nighttime you'll find us out in the fast lane
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stayin' one step ahead of snow,wind,and rain
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*chorus :
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Rodeo Moon
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| Toby Keith |
