He got down out of the cattle truck in the Amarillo nightHe looked up at the Texas sky and thought of his last rideHe'd trade all his tomorrows for eight seconds one more timeHe could have made world champion cowboy back in 1969He thanked the driver for the ride and he closed the semi-doorHe limped across the parking lot to another liquor storeHe held on to the bottle as he countedout his changeAnd he felt like some old saddled bronchad been turned out on the rangeWhen the rodeo is overWhere does the cowboy go?Never thought it'd be his last rideTill the last time he got thrownWhen your heart can't take the losingAnd your knees can't takethe blowsWhen the rodeo is overWhere does the cowboy go?Where does the cowboy go?MusicWhiskey on his breathAnd the aging breathIn his eyeHitch a ride on the interstateAnd fade into the sunriseNassodona, she's a vortexBut she's sweeter than the coastHe smokes cigarettes he can't affordAnd whistles to a ghostHis boots belong to memoryAnd his spurs belong to rustHe'll be picking up his turquoiseAnd leave the buckles in the dustWhen the rodeo is overWhere does the cowboy go?He never thought it'd be his last rideTill the last time he got thrownWhen your heart can't take the losingAnd your knees can't take the blowsWhen the rodeo is overWhere do the cowboys go?When the rodeo is overWhere does the cowboy go?Where does the cowboy go?Back homeBack HomeUp where the small rows grow biggerSomewhere on musical rowA cowboy's a takin' his chancesOpen a 10-year show.