[Versetto]
E 
His Eyes are cold and restless 
                          E 
His wounds have almost healed 
     A                 E 
And she’d give half of Texas 
          A                E 
Just to change the way he feels 
  
She knows his love’s in Tulsa 
       A 
And she knows he’s gonna go 
         E 
Well, it ain’t no woman, flesh and blood 
            B7 
It’s that damned old rodeo
[Ritornello]
            E 
Well, it’s bulls and blood
 
It’s dust and mud 
         A                  E 
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd 
  
It’s the white in his knuckles 
  
The gold in his buckle 
      B7 
He’ll win the next go round 
      E 
It’s boots and chaps 
  
It’s cowboy hats 
      A           E 
It’s spurs and latigo 
  
It’s the ropes and the reins 
  
And the joy and the pain 
          B7 
And they call the thing rodeo
[Strumentale]
E  G  A    E  G  A
[Versetto]
     E 
She does her best to hold him 
      A                  E 
When his loves comes to call 
     A                   E 
But his need for it controls him 
         A                   E 
And her back’s against the wall 
  
And it’s “so long girl, I’ll see you”: 
           A 
When it’s time for him to go 
         E 
You know the woman wants her cowboy 
         B7 
Like he wants his rodeo
[Ritornello]
            E 
Well, it’s bulls and blood 
  
It’s dust and mud 
          A                 E 
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd 
  
It’s the white in his knuckles 
  
The gold in his buckle 
      B7 
He’ll win the next go round 
      E 
It’s boots and chaps 
  
It’s cowboy hats 
     A            E 
It’s spurs and latigo 
  
It’s the ropes and the reins 
  
And the joy and the pain 
          B7 
And they call the thing rodeo
[Strumentale]
E  G  A    E  G  A
[Versetto]
       E 
It’ll drive a cowboy crazy 
       A            E 
It’ll drive a man insane 
          A               E 
And he’ll sell off everything he owns 
        A                E 
Just to pay to play her game 
  
And a broken home and some broken bones 
   A 
Is all he’ll have to show 
    E 
For all the years that he spent chasin’ 
      B7 
This dream they call rodeo
[Ritornello]
           E 
Well, it’s bulls and blood 
  
It’s dust and mud 
          A                 E 
It’s the roar of a Sunday crowd 
  
It’s the white in his knuckles 
  
The gold in his buckle 
      B7 
He’ll win the next go round 
      E 
It’s boots and chaps 
  
It’s cowboy hats 
     A            E 
It’s spurs and latigo 
  
It’s the ropes and the reins 
  
And the joy and the pain 
         B7 
And they call the thing rodeo
[Outro]
      E 
It’s the broncs and the blood 
  
It’s the steers and the mud 
         B7               E 
And they call the thing rodeo