Took my last fall in San Diego
Bus headed north, one headed south
I call the farmer in Colorado
And I lift the dusty pay phone to my mouth
She says, Hello, I say, Its me hon
Sorry I stayed away so long
Tell the kids their old mans through with playin rodeo
Cause if its alright with you, Im comin home
Well, theres silence on the line
Said, You sure did take your time
But I still need a man for the things a man is good for
And you know how it is raisin crops and raisin kids
Demands a man at least as fit as you are
So come on, get on home, theres hay that need a mowin
A boy that needs a whippin and a hundred things to do
I hope youve finally found your mind to leave that rodeo behind
Ive spent half my life just waitin here for you
Guess that now is the time, I better tell her
Hon, Ive got this friend thats here with me
He used to be a cowboy and a good one, so they say
Now his legs are crippled, he cant walk, you see
But hon, you ought to hear him tell his stories
Sing the old songs play the guitar too
And Id really like to show him Colorado
But I thought Id better leave it up to you
Well, theres silence on the line
And now I hear her sayin
Babe, I only need a man for the things a man is good for
And you know how it is, a place just half this big
Demands a man at least as fit as you are
Put yourself in his place, itd be awful hard to face
All the chores, and work, and nothing he could do
Do you want to know my mind, leave that rodeo bum behind
Dont waste our time, Im waitin here for you
Cryings just for kids, I put down the phone
Fumble with my crutches, movin slow
I wish that I was on the bus thats Colorado bound
And I hope the weathers nice in Mexico