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Lyrics
I used to be a loner,
It was the life I chose.
I traveled 'round the country,
While chasin' rodeos.
Motel rooms and pick-up seats-
Were a way of life.
No time to raise a family,
Nor time to take a wife.
My goal was be a champion-
To win fortune and fame,
To be the best that ever was,
To build myself a name.
But fortune always passed me by,
Or chose the other gate,
One day I sadly realized,
Cowboy, you're second rate.
But tell me, what's a man to do-
If all the trade he knows,
Is going down a rough old road,
To small town rodeos?
Sleepin' in hard, lumpy beds,
With too much time alone.
Living from a suitcase,
With the highway for his home?
But friend, I'm not complaining-
I wear the brand with pride,
I'm just a Texas tumbleweed-
Who fate decreed to ride.
I'll either ride them, or I won't
I'll score or I'll get throwed.
I'll bank a lot of memories,
From lots of miles of road...
So let this be my epitaph-
"He lived, he loved, he died-
Say what you will, it's evident,
The man was born to ride.
Details
GeneratedJun 19, 2026
Duration3:39
LanguageEnglish
Style
Classic country, acoustic guitar, blues
Credits
Prompt byRiffRetro786
ModelAria v5.5
