Where Is The Glory

When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' well



There's fame and there's fortune



And glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trail



So I packed up my stuff in my old pickup truck to follow my rodeo dreams



Now I'm finally on the top but I feel like a flop



Cause I've spent all the fortune I've seen



Now where is the glory in drivin' all night



Down a highway that's headed to nowhere



What good's the fame when the fortune's all gone



And the dreams turned into a nightmare



Like Ed Bruce said Mamma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys



I'm inclined to agree but if you ask me you know I'd go through it again



Now what does it take to be a rodeo cowboy I guess I'm a expert at that



Takes a whole lot of guts and old lady luck but not too much under this hat



Well he thrives on the crowds yellin' real load for him to face dyin' again



But the good Lord takes care of children and fools



He's no kid so what's that make him



Now where is the glory...