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Chris Ledoux - The Winner Lyrics

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  • When he was a boy dreamed of bein' a man
  • Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can
  • He's a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around hell of a hand
  • And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
  • And his dreams are the bones in his soul
  • And there's rivers of dance halls and wild red eyeballs on the road to the big rodeo
  • Well the chutes are all loaded the riggins are set Lord the cowboy's ready to ride
  • Well it's pull down his hat and he spit out his chew
  • There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight
  • The horse in chute eight he's a kickin' the gate
  • Lord he's big and he's hard and he's crazy
  • And the chute boss is a hollerin'
  • Come on boys get on 'em I'm commencin' to think you're all lazy
  • And the spot lights on the sawdust...
  • [ dobro - harmonica ]
  • With his spurs in his shoulders the horse comes unglued
  • It's like ridin' some kind of explosion
  • And the bronc he starts spinnin' the cowboy's a grinnin'
  • Doin' fine there in all the commotion
  • The crowd's on its feet the whistle she blows
  • And the pickup men rush to his side
  • As they pull him away he hears one of 'em say
  • Looks to me like a winnin' ride
  • And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain
  • And his dreams are the bones in his soul
  • And it's all comin' true right in front of his eyes
  • Cause he's the feller who won the big rodeo

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