I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
Youve made it pretty clear what you like
Its only fair to tell you now
That I leave early in the morning
And I wont be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
But maybe you should plug it with a beer, cause
Papa was a rodeo – Mama was a rocknroll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas – Love was a truckers hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo
The light reflecting off the mirror ball
Looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldnt be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this
Why dont you just get into my car
And Ill take you away Ill take that kiss now, but
Boy Papa was a rodeo…
And now its 55 years later
Weve had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me
Papa was a rodeo…
Before you kiss me you should know – Papa was a rodeo
What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too