[verse 1]
Hands on the wheel, Tired and worn and the tank is low.
Another 400 miles to go until we get to the show
Saddles and riggin bags in the trunk and hats on the dash
Praying for good fortune and good horses because we need cash
My car is old, my wallet is empty but I’m living the dream
[chorus]
We don’t need bright lights, big crowds or good conditions,
Feather footed horses and Devine forces,
Saddles, riggins, ropes and ranes.
This is all we need to keep our western traditions
[verse 2]
Finally we make our way behind the buckin shoots
Diggin through our riggin bags for our chaps and boots
Warm up my swells before I go to the office to get the draw
Hoping for a good bucker that ducks his head
Big jumpers belly rollers I ride em all until I am dead
[chorus]
We don’t need bright lights, big crowds or good conditions,
Feather footed horses and Devine forces,
Saddles, riggins, ropes and ranes.
This is all we need to keep our western traditions
[heavy guitar solo]
[bridge]
national anthem, say a prayer then we buck em
Suck your saddle down tight and climb on and settle
heart is racing there’s no turning back so hit the peddle
Nod your head and send em above the shoulders and hold em
Hold for two before you pull em gotta have quick feet to beat em
[chorus]
We don’t need bright lights, big crowds or good conditions,
Feather footed horses and Devine forces,
Saddles, riggins, ropes and ranes.
This is all we need to keep our western traditions
[verse 3]
Raking fur and lifting hard set em in and drag em out
Kicking over his head and ducking he’s a true bucker no doubt
The buzzer sounds I look to the ground I jerk my feet and let go
I stick the landing and throw my hat because I stole the show.
Time to do it again boys now we move on to the short go.
[chorus]
We don’t need bright lights, big crowds or good conditions,
Feather footed horses and Devine forces,
Saddles, riggins, ropes and ranes.
This is all we need to keep our western traditions
[verse 4]
We’re rough around the edges and not easy to love
But we are tough and have grit because of God above
Our banks are starving and we have terrible credit
But we have our freedom and our families get it
Even tired and sore we don’t quit because we’re cowboy to the core
[drum build up]
[chorus]
We don’t need bright lights, big crowds or good conditions,
Feather footed horses and Devine forces,
Saddles, riggins, ropes and ranes.
This is all we need to keep our western traditions
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