E
His Eyes are cold and restless
                          E
His wounds have almost healed
     A                 E
And she’d give half of Texas
          A                E
Just to change the way he feels

She knows his love’s in Tulsa
       A
And she knows he’s gonna go
         E
Well, it ain’t no woman, flesh and blood
            B7
It’s that damned old rodeo


[Chorus]
            E
Well, it’s bulls and blood
It’s dust and mud
         A                  E
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle
      B7                D    G
He’ll win the next go round
      E
It’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats
      A           E
It’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain
          B7
And they call the thing rodeo

E  G  A    E  G  A


[Verse]
     E
She does her best to hold him
      A                  E
When his loves comes to call
     A                   E
But his need for it controls him
         A                   E
And her back’s against the wall

And it’s “so long girl, I’ll see you”:
           A
When it’s time for him to go
         E
You know the woman wants her cowboy
         B7
Like he wants his rodeo


[Chorus]
            E
Well, it’s bulls and blood

It’s dust and mud
          A                 E
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle
      B7                D    G
He’ll win the next go round
      E
It’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats
     A            E
It’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain
          B7
And they call the thing rodeo

E  G  A    E  G  A


[Verse]
       E
It’ll drive a cowboy crazy
       A            E
It’ll drive a man insane
          A               E
And he’ll sell off everything he owns
        A                E
Just to pay to play her game

And a broken home and some broken bones
   A
Is all he’ll have to show
    E
For all the years that he spent chasin’
      B7
This dream they call rodeo


[Chorus]
           E
Well, it’s bulls and blood

It’s dust and mud
          A                 E
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd

It’s the white in his knuckles

The gold in his buckle
      B7                D    G
He’ll win the next go round
      E
It’s boots and chaps

It’s cowboy hats
     A            E
It’s spurs and latigo

It’s the ropes and the reins

And the joy and the pain
         B7
And they call the thing rodeo


      E
It’s the broncs and the blood

It’s the steers and the mud
         B7               E
And they call the thing rodeo