Rusty spurs a hang-in' from a nail their on the wall
Cold winds a blowin' and the snow begins to fall
Old man a dreamin' in his rockin' chair
Thinkin' 'bout the days gone by, wishin' he was there.
Rodeo you take a boy and make a man so tall
Drink his youth and cast him by the way
What's he gonna do now that he's through
But sit and dream about the good old days.
He used to rodeo and ride 'em mighty fine
Now he's old and crippled, but he rides on in his mind
And I can tell, rodeo, you're doin' the same to me
I feel like I'm fifty, but I'm only twenty-three.
Old picture album he keeps there by his side
Holds cherised mem'ries of broncs he used to ride
He thinks about his old friends and where they are today
Are they still living, or have they passed away.
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