We can't help what we do out of love,
it's our addiction when you refer to our drug.
The adrenaline, the sweat, and the pain,
all makes rodeo worth being our game.
We strive and crave it all the time,
you may call us crazy but we know we’re just fine.
We live on concession stand food and 3 hours of sleep,
for after the moments in that arena we shall cherish and keep.
Traveling from one end of the country to the next,
always alone keeping contact from calls and text.
We keep our heads held high for we know the sacrifices we make,
even when we know everything else will bend and possibly break.
We live for just one taste of the high we get on feelings alone,
we don't let our nerves out, there never shown.
We try our hardest and hopefully god takes care of the rest,
we put ourselves on the line knowing that we may not be the best.
We sweat through our shirts because the heat of the day,
we don't care what anyone else has to say.
We freeze out butts off from the cool of the night,
and sometimes continue on until the morning light.
Were all one big family in this crazy sport we love,
we pray to get guidance and strength from god above.
From the barrels to the bulls, and everything in between,
it drives us through doubt and into control.
It's rodeo we call our place and home,
with our best buds and God were never truly alone
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