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The Winner - Chris Ledoux (克里斯-勒多克斯)
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
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
( 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
