INTRO: We traveled down the road to bout every rodeo We could make the entry for Me and my bud our Chaps and our spurs And an old '65 four door Chris Ledoux playin' on the radio Not a care in the world except the next big rodeo Cause we're roughstock riders Taming Shoot fighters On a train they will stop for no one Lookin down the barrel of a loaded gun And some folks say we're crazy Some just plum insane But I know we were born to play this game BREAK: It's not the kind of life most would want for their son It's seen many a man come undone And get stomped in the ground And there's nothing that a clown Can do when your time has come But down the road with a little bit of luck And a whole lot of try There'll be a gold buckle waiting At the end of the next ride CHORUS: Cause we're roughstock riders Taming Shoot fighters On a train they will stop for no one Lookin down the barrel of a loaded gun And some folks say we're crazy Some just plum insane Em ---> But I know we were born to play this game BREAK: CHORUS: Cause we're roughstock riders Taming Shoot fighters On a train they will stop for no one Lookin down the barrel of a loaded gun And some folks say we're crazy Some just plum insane But I know we were born to play this game I know we were born to play this game -FADE