Round Round She Goes

On a cold montana morning
On the road to idaho
I watched her order hot and black to go.
And her boots and spurs and blue jeans
And the lonely in her eyes
Told me just how much she loved the rodeos.

I asked where she was headin,
She said, the boise show.
She took a third in butte just yesterday.
No, she never has been married,
And she probably never will,
Cause silver buckle dreams
Dont leave time for standing still.

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Round and round and round she goes
Where she stops nobody knows.
The miles are gettin longer,
The nights they never end.
Old rodeos and livestock shows
Keep the lady on the go.
Lord, she loves to run those barrels,
And its the only life she knows.

For now on fifteen seasons
The circuits been her home,
And at times she misses kids she never had.
But she wouldnt trade a minute
Of the years that shes got in it,
Cause shes had herself some happy,
Shes learned to take the sad.
When i looked up from my coffee
I saw boise on her mind,
She had that look of leavin in her eyes.
As she drove into the morning
It slowly dawned on me
How hard it is to tell a dream goodbye

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Lord, she loves to run those barrels,
And its the only life she knows.