There's a roaring in his mind
of rodeos and other times
When they all loved the champion
Now the glory and the dream
have faded like the jeans
That hang on him like memories
pasted on his trailer walls
are the posters that recall
the man he used to be yesterday just flew away like dust outside
his door lord it seems the nights are getting colder
Never had to think about
the loneliness before
But now he's older
To the college boys that ride
By an intellect with high
He's something of a legend
But he's riding on the back
Of a time that ran too fast
Ran off and left the champion
Yesterday just blew away
like dust outside his door
Lord, it seems the nights
are getting colder
Never had to think about
the loneliness before
But now he's older
With a bucket in his hands,
he's cleaning up the stands
Sometimes he works concessions
There's a roaring in his mind
of rodeos and other times
When they all love the champion
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