I'm not much of a country music guy, but some songs are just really catchy. I'm sure we've all done this while on the road...I heard this one on the way out to the track yesterday, got the lyrics on the Internet and changed a few words...check it out :thumb:
Garth Brooks (& Los36)
Rodeo
His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his love's in Floresville <your favorite location here>
And she knows he's gonna go
Well, it ain't no woman, flesh and blood
It's that damned old motocross
Well, it's boots and gloves
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold on the trophy
He'll win the next go 'round
It's oil and gas
It's The block pass
It's turns and starting straights
It's the roost and the rain
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing motocross
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls him
And her back's against the wall
And it's "So long girl, I'll see you"
When it's time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his motocross
Well, it's boots and gloves
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold on the trophy
He'll win the next go 'round
It's oil and gas
It's the block pass
It's turns and starting straights
It's the roost and the rain
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing motocross
It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive the man insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin'
This dream they call motocross
Well, it's boots and gloves
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold on the trophy
He'll win the next go 'round
It's oil and gas
It's the block pass
It's turns and starting straights
It's the roost and the rain
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing motocross
It's the jumps and the blood
It's the ruts and the mud
And they call the thing motocross
Garth Brooks (& Los36)
Rodeo
His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his love's in Floresville <your favorite location here>
And she knows he's gonna go
Well, it ain't no woman, flesh and blood
It's that damned old motocross
Well, it's boots and gloves
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold on the trophy
He'll win the next go 'round
It's oil and gas
It's The block pass
It's turns and starting straights
It's the roost and the rain
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing motocross
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls him
And her back's against the wall
And it's "So long girl, I'll see you"
When it's time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his motocross
Well, it's boots and gloves
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold on the trophy
He'll win the next go 'round
It's oil and gas
It's the block pass
It's turns and starting straights
It's the roost and the rain
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing motocross
It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive the man insane
And he'll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all he'll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin'
This dream they call motocross
Well, it's boots and gloves
It's dust and mud
It's the roar of a Sunday crowd
It's the white in his knuckles
The gold on the trophy
He'll win the next go 'round
It's oil and gas
It's the block pass
It's turns and starting straights
It's the roost and the rain
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing motocross
It's the jumps and the blood
It's the ruts and the mud
And they call the thing motocross