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The Winner
(Gary McMahan)

When he was a boy dreamed of bein' a man
Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can
He's a lover, a fighter, a saddle bronc rider
An all-around hell of a hand

CHORUS
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And there's rivers of dance halls and wild, red eyeballs
On the road to the big rodeo

Well the chutes are all loaded, the riggins are set
Lord, the cowboy's ready to ride
Well it's pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight

The horse in chute eight, he's a kickin' the gate
Lord he's big and he's hard and he's crazy
And the chute boss is a hollerin'
Come on boys, get on em. I'm commencin' to think you're all lazy

CHORUS

With his spurs in his shoulders, the horse comes unglued
It's like ridin' some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin', the cowboy's a grinnin'
Doin' fine there in all the commotion

The crowd's on its feet, the whistle she blows
And the pick-up men rush to his side
As they pull him away, he hears one of them say
Looks to me like a winnin' ride

CHORUS (with change)
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And it's all comin' true, right in front of his eyes
Cuz he's the feller who won the big rodeo

 

 

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