Hometown Cowboy
He was just a hometown cowboy his belly kind of fat
Acme boots up on his feet and a big U-roll-it hat
He entered in the bull riding he did it on a dare
To please his little sweetheart with the long blond hair
He borrowed himself a bull rope spurs and a riding glove
To prove he was no coward to the girl he loved
His bull was standing in the chute his girl was in the stands
Wating to hear the name of her brave young man
He climed down on the back of that big ol' Bramer bull
One of the veteran cowboys came and gave his rope a pull
Someone said are you ready boy he said I guess I am
The bull jumped out and turned back and flung him to the sand
The hometown girl had watched it all and wasn't to impressed
She started looking around for a real man from the west
She looked around the arena and standin' by the fence
Was a tallean cowboy with a big black hat and tight fittin Levi pants
It was Jim a fine young cowboy he rode Broncs and Bramer bulls
He rodeo them quite consistently so his pockets were always full
Somehow he happened to glance up in the stands
And he saw that pretty blond haired girl as she was watching him
Meanwhile the hometown cowboy was back behind the chute
Dabbing blood off his nose and dumpin' sand from his boots
He got himself together wiped some manure off his shirt
He knew his girl would sloothe him cause he was darn sure hurt
He saw his blood haired girlfriend as he rounded the main grandstand
And his poor heart sank as he saw her leaving with another man
So boys if you don't rodeo leave well enough alone
And don't take your girl to the pitching cause you may not take her home
Cowboy da Cidade
Ele era só um cowboy da cidade, barrigudo e relaxado
Botas Acme nos pés e um chapéu bem largo
Entrou na montaria de touro, foi por uma aposta
Pra agradar sua namorada de cabelo loiro e comprido
Ele pegou uma corda de touro, esporas e uma luva de montaria
Pra provar que não era covarde pra garota que ele amava
O touro estava na brete, sua garota na arquibancada
Esperando ouvir o nome do seu jovem valente
Ele subiu nas costas daquele grande touro Bramer
Um dos cowboys veteranos veio e puxou sua corda
Alguém perguntou se ele estava pronto, ele disse que sim
O touro pulou e virou, jogando ele na areia
A garota da cidade assistiu tudo e não ficou impressionada
Começou a olhar ao redor em busca de um homem de verdade do oeste
Olhou pela arena e encostado na cerca
Estava um cowboy alto com um chapéu preto e jeans justos
Era Jim, um jovem cowboy, ele montava Broncs e touros Bramer
Ele competia com frequência, então seus bolsos estavam sempre cheios
De alguma forma, ele olhou pra arquibancada
E viu aquela linda garota loira enquanto ela o observava
Enquanto isso, o cowboy da cidade estava atrás da brete
Limpando o sangue do nariz e tirando areia das botas
Ele se recompôs, limpou um pouco de estrume da camisa
Sabia que sua garota ia confortá-lo, porque ele estava bem machucado
Ele viu sua namorada de cabelo loiro enquanto se aproximava da arquibancada principal
E seu coração afundou ao vê-la saindo com outro cara
Então, rapazes, se vocês não são rodeadores, deixem as coisas como estão
E não levem sua garota para o rodeio, porque vocês podem não levá-la de volta.