| Song | No Ordinary Man |
| Artist | Tracy Byrd |
| Album | No Ordinary Man |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Byrd, Dycus, Williams | |
| (Lonnie Williams/Frank Dycus/Tracy Byrd) | |
| Eight seconds ain't very long to live | |
| But tonight he barely made five | |
| He gave all that he had to give | |
| But the big bull won tonight | |
| He climbs into that old pickup | |
| Black coffee in his hand | |
| Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man | |
| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
| Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
| He tried other kinds of work | |
| But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
| Oh he loves the smell of a | |
| Brahma bull | |
| The feel of leather in his hand | |
| Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man | |
| He's got a gold buckle on his mind | |
| And he don't ride to lose | |
| Tomorrow night he'll nod and yell outside | |
| And they'll turn his future loose | |
| But no matter how bad he hurts | |
| He'll tip his hat to the fans | |
| Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man | |
| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
| Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
| He tried other kinds of work | |
| But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
| Oh he loves the smell of a | |
| Brahma bull | |
| The feel of leather in his hand | |
| Well Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man | |
| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
| Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
| He tried other kinds of work | |
| But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
| Oh he loves the smell of a | |
| Brahma bull | |
| The feel of leather in his hand | |
| Well Rodeo ain't no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain't no ordinary | |
| He's an extra ordinary man |
| zuo ci : Byrd, Dycus, Williams | |
| Lonnie Williams Frank Dycus Tracy Byrd | |
| Eight seconds ain' t very long to live | |
| But tonight he barely made five | |
| He gave all that he had to give | |
| But the big bull won tonight | |
| He climbs into that old pickup | |
| Black coffee in his hand | |
| Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
| Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
| He tried other kinds of work | |
| But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
| Oh he loves the smell of a | |
| Brahma bull | |
| The feel of leather in his hand | |
| Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
| He' s got a gold buckle on his mind | |
| And he don' t ride to lose | |
| Tomorrow night he' ll nod and yell outside | |
| And they' ll turn his future loose | |
| But no matter how bad he hurts | |
| He' ll tip his hat to the fans | |
| Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
| Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
| He tried other kinds of work | |
| But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
| Oh he loves the smell of a | |
| Brahma bull | |
| The feel of leather in his hand | |
| Well Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
| Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
| He tried other kinds of work | |
| But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
| Oh he loves the smell of a | |
| Brahma bull | |
| The feel of leather in his hand | |
| Well Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary | |
| He' s an extra ordinary man |
| zuò cí : Byrd, Dycus, Williams | |
| Lonnie Williams Frank Dycus Tracy Byrd | |
| Eight seconds ain' t very long to live | |
| But tonight he barely made five | |
| He gave all that he had to give | |
| But the big bull won tonight | |
| He climbs into that old pickup | |
| Black coffee in his hand | |
| Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
| Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
| He tried other kinds of work | |
| But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
| Oh he loves the smell of a | |
| Brahma bull | |
| The feel of leather in his hand | |
| Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
| He' s got a gold buckle on his mind | |
| And he don' t ride to lose | |
| Tomorrow night he' ll nod and yell outside | |
| And they' ll turn his future loose | |
| But no matter how bad he hurts | |
| He' ll tip his hat to the fans | |
| Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
| Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
| He tried other kinds of work | |
| But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
| Oh he loves the smell of a | |
| Brahma bull | |
| The feel of leather in his hand | |
| Well Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary man | |
| Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive | |
| Makin' money for his wife and kids | |
| He tried other kinds of work | |
| But nothing ever seemed to fit | |
| Oh he loves the smell of a | |
| Brahma bull | |
| The feel of leather in his hand | |
| Well Rodeo ain' t no ordinary life | |
| But a cowboy ain' t no ordinary | |
| He' s an extra ordinary man |