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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wade Forster
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wade William Joseph Forster
Songwriter
Lyrics
Cowboys coming into this event
Chance to win eighty-seven hundred dollars a performance
Remember this is only the third
You could win nearly ninety grand if you won all ten rounds
So, you could come out of the middle of the pack
Move to the top and win a world championship
This is not another rodeo it's the greatest rodeo in the world
Yeah, it is the greatest rodeo, and anything can happen
And it's much too early to predict anything
We'll be right back with the action
After we pause for this word
Fueled up on Monday while I still had the cash
Sold some things to cover my ass
Nomination fee was too much
I guess I won't be eating lunch
I bet everybody's on their way
Hoping their best just to get some pay
After last week's antics
Drunk under a gooseneck annex
From Destiny Downs, Saturday night live
Ol' Flute's Ranch, got one done plus five
We got one on the head
One on the heels
Open team ropers tryna pay the bills
From Charters Towers, Richmond and back to the curry
Everybody in a hurry like Ty Murray
Then Isa then for the big one
Not gonna get outdone
Went home for a week's work
Found some money in an old cinch shirt
Put an entry in looking for some paydirt
Another one couldn't hurt
From Destiny Downs, Saturday night live
Ol' Flute's Ranch, got one done plus five
We got one on the head
One on the heels
Open team ropers tryna pay the bills
Gotta find myself a lift to Townsville
Cause I ran out the company fuel bill
I don't need the bullshit
Tell the boss to take his job and stick it
From Destiny Downs, Saturday night live
Ol' Flute's Ranch, got one done plus five
We got one on the head
One on the heels
Open team ropers tryna pay
From Destiny Downs, Saturday night live
Ol' Flute's Ranch, got one done plus five
We got one on the head
One on the heels
Open team ropers tryna pay the bills
They're separated by less than a second
It's gonna be the luck of the draw and how you handle the cattle
Everybody has gotta be clean
And, we're clean again, take it
Add seven and a quarter, you're hot boys
Writer(s): Wade Forster
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