Clayton was a cowboy from Branson Colorado
He never had a drink he didn't like
And every chance he'd get he'd turn it up full throttle
I guess that's just the way ol' Clayton liked to live his life
His mama always told him not to worship any idols
Puttin' faith in men will almost always let you down
Driving 'cross the country he was winning all the titles
Breaking hearts along the way and living town to town
Out west of the Rockies up in Northern California
Through the ridin' and the ropin' a young lady caught his eye
She asked him if he'd like to dance and he said I've gotta warn you
I was born with two left feet but I can give it my best try
Nothing good lasts forever
It doesn't mean you shouldn't try
They say it's better late than never
Hell can wait until tomorrow he's got one more bull to ride
He pulled into a rodeo somewhere in Oklahoma
The wind was blowing strong and kicked some dust into his eyes
He walked into a field to smell the flower's sweet aroma
He said a cowboy's prayer and then he looked up to the sky
They paired him with an angry bull whose name was El Diablo
They tied the rope down right and the gates were opened wide
He bucked him off the side but this hand just wouldn't let go
The clowns all tried to save him as the crowd looked on in fright
Nothin' good lasts forever
It doesn't mean you shouldn't try
They say it's better late than never
Hell can wait until tomorrow
He's got one more bull to ride
A somber wave of silence swept over the arena
As Clayton lay there lyin' on the cold and dirty ground
'Cause Clayton was a cowboy from Branson, Colorado
His ramblin' days are over, this old cowboy's homeward bound
