Papa Was a Rodeo - Sara Lov

I like your twisted point of view, Mike

I like your questioning eyebrows

You’ve made it pretty clear what you like

It’s only fair to tell you now

That I leave early in the morning

And I won’t be back till next year

I see that kiss-me pucker forming

But maybe you should plug it with a beer, 'cause

Papa was a rodeo

Mama was a rock’n’roll band

I could play guitar and rope a steer

Before I learned to stand

Home was anywhere with diesel gas

Love was a trucker’s hand

Never stuck around long enough

For a one-night stand

Before you kiss me you should know

Papa was a rodeo

The light reflecting off the mirror ball

Looks like a thousand swirling eyes

They make me think I shouldn’t be here at all

You know, every minute someone dies

What are we doing in this dive bar?

How can you live in a place like this?

Why don’t you just get into my car

And I’ll take you away

I’ll take that kiss now, but

Papa was a rodeo

Mama was a rock’n’roll band

I could play guitar and rope a steer

Before I learned to stand

Home was anywhere with diesel gas

Love was a trucker’s hand

Never stuck around long enough

For a one-night stand

Before you kiss me you should know

Papa was a rodeo

And now it’s 55 years later

We’ve had the romance of the century

After all these years wrestling gators

I still feel like crying

When I think of what you said to me:

«Papa was a rodeo

Mama was a rock’n’roll band

I could play guitar and rope a steer

Before I learned to stand

Home was anywhere with diesel gas

Love was a trucker’s hand

Never stuck around long enough

For a one-night stand

Before you kiss me you should know

Papa was a rodeo,»

What a coincidence

Your papa was a rodeo, too