No litter,no fires, and stay on the track, If you want to make sure you will ever get back. The people are warm they are loving and giving Their hearts are as big as the land that they live in. On a warm Friday evening we took a ride. To the Rodeo over on the south side. It was crowded with people, horses and cars.
Concession stands,venders and noisy bars.
We took our seats over the shutes, Amidst stetson hats and cowboy boots. And watched as the horses and steers were prepared, For the gallent Rodeo Cowboys who dared, To ride a wild fearless mount. And stay on at all costs,to the end of the count. They bucked and kicked all over the ring, To the hoots and hollers that the crowds sing. Some are lucky, some are not.