Let’s have a hand for that young cowboy And wish him better luck next time I hope we’ll see him up in Fargo Or somewhere farther down the line This time he sure drew a bad one One that nobody could ride By the way he pulled his hat on You know he’d be there for the fight And it’s the classic contradiction The unavoidable affliction And it don’t take much to predict son The way it always goes Cause one day she’ll say she loves you And the next she’ll be tired of you And push’ll always come to shove you On that midnight rodeo He almost made it to the buzzer Somehow he gave up in the end He put one hand around the other And let that pick up man on in It was his last chance to ride it Now he’ll have to move along But he knows back in his mind that He won’t be away for long