I was thinking about Mary as I left to Concary
Four hours to make Santa fame
I know she's been hoping I'll quit this damn rope
That's one thing that she'd never say
It's a cowboy's addiction, the smell and the friction
Of the rope when it's dallied and tall
Every year it gets rougher, but her love is tougher
Than any steer I've ever fought
It's more than a livin', it's been my whole life
It's takin' and givin' with pleasure and stride
But I've known all along that this day would come
I guess my ropin' days are done
There's headers and healers, addicts and dealers
And crowd to cover the fear
I've been a saint and a sinner, a loser and winner
So where do I go from here?
I could be home by daybreak if I turn around now
I got boys, it's been fun
Tell the girls in Nogales I'm headed to Dallas
Now my ropin' days are done
Now my ropin' days are done