There a young man that I know, just turned twenty-one, Comes from down in southern Colorado, Just out of the service and looking for his fun. Someday soon going with him, some day soon. My parents cannot stand him 'cause he works the rodeo. They say, "He's not your kind, he'll leave you crying." If he asks I'd follow him down the toughest row to hoe. Someday soon going with him, some day soon. When he visits me, my pa ain't got one good word to say. Got a hunch he was as wild back in the early days. So blow, you old blue norther, blow him back to me. He likely driving back from California, Loves his damned old rodeos as much as he loves me, Someday soon going with him, some day soon.