No Simple Chore
He wakes up early and heads out the door
his life as a cowboy is no simple chore.
He shoots down the road in that pickup truck
riding this rodeo takes courage and luck.
The bruises haven't healed from his last ride
but he needs a check and won't give up pride.
Houston and Cheyenne call out his name
to a cowboy, the rodeo isn't a game.
It's a way of life with boots, buckles and spurs
and the love he gives it, used to be hers.
Blood, sweat and tears is the price he pays
knowing he'll be crippled in his later days.
He straps on his glove as they pull the rope tight
praying for eight seconds just for tonight.
He gives it his all with his hand in the air
but that bucking bull leaves him in despair.
He's been here a time or two before
as the life of a cowboy is no simple chore.
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