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[Verse 1]
GMust have been born in the Cright space of Amtime DDrifter saying, “Lord, I ain’t got a Gdime” D No Gworries, no troubles, ain’tC nobody Amcare He’s Dhappy as me, cause I’m a rodeo Gman
GRode all the tough ones, meCan sons-of-b***Amhes DI broke some bones, I took a hundred GstichesD ButG there ain’t nothin’ to it Cif you sAmtick to my plan Be prDouder than hell, I’m a rodeo maGn
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CSomeday I’ll Dmake it to the Gtop of the Emworld I’ll A7drive a Cadillac, have all kinds of Dgirls GI’ll be the envy of Call the top Amhands Thank Dgod almighty I’m a rodeo Gman
[Verse 2]
GBoots are all polished and Cmy Stetson’s onAm tight DFixin’ to ride for that gold buckle tGonight D My Gmuscles are hard and my facCe tight Amand tan TonigDht I’ll be proud I’m a rodeo maGn
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CSomeday I’ll Dmake it to the Gtop of the Emworld I’ll A7drive a Cadillac, have all kinds of Dgirls GI’ll be the envy of Call the top Amhands Thank Dgod almighty I’m a rodeo Gman