Papa Was a Rodeo

I like your twisted point of view, Mike I like your questioning eyebrows You've made it pretty clear what you like It's only fair to tell you now That I leave early in the morning And I won't be back 'til next year I see that kiss-me pucker forming But maybe you should plug it with a beer, 'cause Papa was a rodeo, Mama was a rock and roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand Before you kiss me, you should know Papa was a rodeo The light reflecting off the mirror ball Looks like a thousand swirling eyes They make me think I shouldn't be here at all You know, every minute someone dies What are we doing in this dive bar? How can you live in a place like this? Why don't you just get into my car? And I'll take you away, I'll take that kiss now, but Papa was a rodeo, Mama was a rock and roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand Before you kiss me, you should know Papa was a rodeo (Take it, Molly) And now it's 55 years later We've had the romance of the century After all these years wrestling gators I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me Papa was a rodeo, Mama was a rock and roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand Before you kiss me, you should know Papa was a rodeo, mmm What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too