Winner

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