When he was a boy dreamed of beinâ a man
Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can
Heâs a lover, a fighter, a saddle bronc rider
An all-around hell of a handChorus
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And theres 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 cowboys ready to ride
Well its pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
Therell be a hot time in the old town tonight
The horse in chute eight, hes a kickin the gate
Lord, hes big and hes hard and hes crazy
And the chute boss is a hollerin
Come on boys, get on em. Im commencin to think youre all lazy
Chorus
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And theres rivers of dance halls and wild, red eyeballs
On the road to the big rodeo
Instrumental riff
With his spurs in his shoulders, the horse comes unglued
Its like ridin some kind of explosion
And the bronc he starts spinnin, the cowboys a grinnin
Doin fine there in all the commotion
The crowds 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
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And theres rivers of dance halls and wild, red eyeballs
On the road to the big rodeo
And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
And his dreams are the bones in his soul
And its all cominâ true, right in front of his eyes
Cuz hes the feller who won the big rodeo
