(Lyle Lovett)

Let's have a hand for that young cowboy

And wish him better luck next time

And hope we see him up in Fargo

Or somewhere farther down the line

This time he sure drew a bad one

One that nobody could ride

But by the way he pulled his hat on

You knew he'd be there for the fight



And it's the classic contradiction

The unavoidable affliction

Well it don't take much to predict son

The way it always goes

One day she'll say she loves you

And the next she'll be tired of you

And push'll always come to shove you

On that midnight rodeo



He almost made it to the buzzer

Somehow he gave up in the end

He put one hand around the other

And let that pickup man on in

And it was his last chance to ride it

And now he'll have to move along

But he knows back in his mind that

He won't be away for long



And it's the classic contradiction

It's the unavoidable affliction

It don't take much to predict son

The way it always goes

Because one day she'll say she loves you

And the next she'll be tired of you

And push'll always come to shove you

On that midnight rodeo



So let's have a hand for that young cowboy

And wish him better luck next time

And hope we see him up in Fargo

Or somewhere farther down the line