Most of the time, things are pretty sublime in this little one horse town Well they close all the stores and they roll up the steets When the evenning sun goes down But the fourth of July flags will be flying high As folks come from miles around They'll be roarin' all night till the dawns early light When the big rodeo comes to town
Well there ain't no top names of rodeo fame no Tibbs nor Larry Mahans Just some local cowboys out to make 'em some noise But they know everyone in the stands They're clean and they're wild with tobacco stained smiles And they dont care if they make a dime If they win or they lose well they don't give a hoot They're out just to have a good time
There's cowboys and ladies and old folks and babies And young girls with stars in their eyes Flashy bronc riders and whisker'ed old timers tellin' their stores and lies There's cold beer and Brandy and pink cotton candy When it's all over they'll all head on down To the rodeo dance some midnight romance When the big rodeo comes to town
The bands playing loud to that dance hall crowd As boots stir the dust on the floor At the bar they're playin' old Willie and Whalen As beers disappear by the score But hangovers I'll bet they'll soon forget When the next year comes rollin' around They'll be at it again with all of their friends When the big rodeo comes to town.