(+) Papa Was a Rodeo
I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
That I leave early in the morning
I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer, cause
Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar
and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas
Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo
The light reflecting off the mirror ball
looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn't be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this
Why don't you just get into my car
and I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but
Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar
and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas
Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo