I can hear the wind whisper my name Tellin? me it?s time to head out again My horses are trailered and the lights are shutdown I?m long overdue for headin? outta town Gotta fever that they call the rodeo Just enough winners and make the next show Sometimes you make eight sometimes you hit dirt Go on pin another number to the back of my shirt? And I?ll ride that pony fast Like a cowboy from the past Be young and wild and free Like Texas in 1880 Just like Texas in 1880 Awe, from Phoenix to Tulsa to the Astro Dome From New York City down to San Antone There?s boys that are ridin? for legendary fame And our money?s all gone but they still ride the same Our hearts are getting? broken And our heads are getting? busted We?ll always believe in the things that we trusted They?ll be those nights when glory comes round And we?ll tip our hats and wave to the crowd? (repeat chorus) Someday when you?re older someone?ll see That buckle hangin? there on your belt Askin? just how it felt?