Let's have a hand for that young cowboy

And wish him better luck next time

Hope we 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 knew he'd be there for the fight

It's the classic contradiction

The unavoidable affliction

Well it don't take much to predict son

The way it always goes

One day she'll say she loves you

And the next she'll be tired of you

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

Let that pickup 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

It's the classic contradiction

It's the unavoidable affliction

It don't take much to predict son

The way it always goes

Because one day she'll say she loves you

And the next she'll be tired of you

Push'll always come to shove you

On that midnight rodeo

So let's have a hand for that young cowboy

Wish him better luck next time

Hope we see him up in Fargo

Or somewhere farther down the line