Round Round She Goes

On a cold montana morning

On the road to idaho

I watched her order hot and black to go.

And her boots and spurs and blue jeans

And the lonely in her eyes

Told me just how much she loved the rodeos.

I asked where she was headin,

She said, the boise show.

She took a third in butte just yesterday.

No, she never has been married,

And she probably never will,

Cause silver buckle dreams

Dont leave time for standing still.

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Round and round and round she goes

Where she stops nobody knows.

The miles are gettin longer,

The nights they never end.

Old rodeos and livestock shows

Keep the lady on the go.

Lord, she loves to run those barrels,

And its the only life she knows.

For now on fifteen seasons

The circuits been her home,

And at times she misses kids she never had.

But she wouldnt trade a minute

Of the years that shes got in it,

Cause shes had herself some happy,

Shes learned to take the sad.

When i looked up from my coffee

I saw boise on her mind,

She had that look of leavin in her eyes.

As she drove into the morning

It slowly dawned on me

How hard it is to tell a dream goodbye

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Lord, she loves to run those barrels,

And its the only life she knows.