On a cold Montana morning on the road to Idaho I watched her order hot and black to go In 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
She never has been married And she probably never will Silver buckle dreams Don't leave time for standing still
Round and round and round she goes Where she stops nobody knows The miles are gettin' longer The nights they never end
Oh, the rodeos and livestock shows Keep the lady on the go Lord, she loves to run those barrels It's the only life she knows
For now on fifteen seasons The circuit's been her home At times she misses kids she never had
But she wouldn't trade a minute Of the years that she's got in it She's had herself some happy She's 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
Round and round and round she goes Where she stops nobody knows The miles are gettin' longer The nights, they never end
Oh, the rodeos and livestock shows Keep the lady on the go Lord, she loves to run those barrels It's the only life she knows
Lord, she loves to run those barrels It's the only life she knows.