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

and 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

(Boy) Papa was a rodeo

And now it's 55 years later

We've had the romance of the century

After all these years wrestling gators

I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me

Papa was a rodeo

Before you kiss me you should know, Papa was a rodeo

What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too