| Song | Born To Follow Rodeo |
| Artist | Chris LeDoux |
| Album | Gold Buckle Dreams |
| 作词 : LeDoux | |
| Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet | |
| Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife | |
| It aint much but its all you've got to eat | |
| You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low | |
| Just call | |
| I'll send your busfare to come home | |
| But you're just to proud to take it and home wont be the same | |
| Now you've had a taste of rodeo | |
| You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams | |
| To satisfy the hunger in your soul | |
| You wouldn't turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo | |
| All your money's gone cept a twenty dollar bill | |
| But thats your fees to enter old | |
| Cheyenne And all thats in your favor is you and your try | |
| And a deep knawing desperately to win | |
| Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air | |
| In your mind a promise has been made | |
| If this way of life don't kill you or you don't starve to death | |
| You swear you'll be the champion someday | |
| You set out on the road... | |
| Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet | |
| Can of pork n beans that you open with your knife | |
| It aint much but its all you've got to eat | |
| You set out on the road... |
| zuò cí : LeDoux | |
| Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet | |
| Can of pork n beans that you opened with your knife | |
| It aint much but its all you' ve got to eat | |
| You think of what your daddy said if your money should run low | |
| Just call | |
| I' ll send your busfare to come home | |
| But you' re just to proud to take it and home wont be the same | |
| Now you' ve had a taste of rodeo | |
| You set out on the road to seek your boyhood dreams | |
| To satisfy the hunger in your soul | |
| You wouldn' t turn back now even if you could you were born to follow rodeo | |
| All your money' s gone cept a twenty dollar bill | |
| But thats your fees to enter old | |
| Cheyenne And all thats in your favor is you and your try | |
| And a deep knawing desperately to win | |
| Ss you step out on the highway with your thumb up in the air | |
| In your mind a promise has been made | |
| If this way of life don' t kill you or you don' t starve to death | |
| You swear you' ll be the champion someday | |
| You set out on the road... | |
| Faded old blue wranglers dusty cowboy hat pair of scuffed up boots upon your feet | |
| Can of pork n beans that you open with your knife | |
| It aint much but its all you' ve got to eat | |
| You set out on the road... |