The wind still blows the dust across the exhibition grounds
The chute still creaks and moans and echoes saddle broncin' sounds
The horses all wound up the same as the ones that came before
But we don't ride 'em anymore
There was a tear in his eye the day that I remember very well
He said his luck was gone and his draw was bad and his ridin' had gone all to hell
He said Skoal and Dodge and Belvedere had found new men to adore
But we don't ride 'em anymore
CHORUS:
Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em to a standstill
Wear the silver buckle high point award
Hey, and we don't ride 'em like we used ride 'em all the time
And now we don't ride 'em anymore
Listen close to the bull riders ropes as they resin up for war
And pay some close attention to the muses at your door
Listen close and listen well and absorb it to your core
Cuz one day you won't hear those sounds no more
CHORUS
The wind still blows the dust across the exhibition grounds
The chute still creaks and moans and echoes saddle broncin' sounds
The horses all wound up the same as the ones that came before
But we don't ride 'em anymore
