Let's have
a hand for that young cowboy
And wish him better luck next time
And hope we see him up in Fargo
Or somewhere farther down the line
This time he sure drew a bad one,
one that nobody could write
But by the way he pulled his hat on,
you knew he'd be there for the fight
And it's the classic contradiction,
the unavoidable affliction
It don't take much to predict,
son, the way it always goes
Because one day she'll
say she loves you,
and the next she'll be tired of you
But she'll always come to shove you
On that midnight royale
He almost made it
to the buzzer
Somehow he gave up in the end
He put one hand around the other
And let that pick -up man on in
It was his last chance to ride
Now he'll have to move along
But he knows back in his mind
He won't be away for long
An d it's the classic
contradiction
The unavoidable affliction
It don't take much to predict,
son, the way it always goes
Cause one day she'll
say she loves you
And the next she'll be tired of you
But she'll always come to shove you
On that midnight rodeo
Let's have a hand for that
young cowboy
An d wish him better luck next time
And hope we'll see him
up in Fargo
Somewhere farther down the line
Thank you for