Lyrics

When I rode by, they said there goes The star of all the rodeos There was a time When fate was mighty kind But my winnin' days are past And my luck in fadin' fast When I look into my pockets Now I find No rodeo dough, no rodeo dough Been to Tulsa, San Antone, and Laramie No rodeo dough, no rodeo dough There's no dough in the rodeo for me I've been ridin', ropin', always hopin' I'd ride home someday A-sittin' on the silver saddle With a pocket full of pay Gonna quit my roamin', I'll go home And be an old cowhand I got a gal who's a pal And I know she'll understand We'll marry I know, she'll cook and sew And by round-up time, we'll have a family No rodeo dough, no rodeo dough There's no dough in the rodeo for me I've been ridin', ropin', always hopin' I'd ride home someday Sittin' on the silver saddle With a pocket full of pay Gonna quit my roamin', I'll go home And be an old cowhand Got a gal who's a pal And I know she'll understand We'll marry I know, she'll cook and sew And by round-up time, we'll have a family No rodeo dough, no rodeo dough There's no dough in the rodeo for me
Writer(s): John Jacob Loeb, Cy Coben, Lewis Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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