I took her daddy’s old two-horse trailer

I patched a place in the floor that was bare

And we loaded up her barrel pony

And a riggin’ bag is all that I had

Left with our suitcases filled with desire

Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires



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Now our windshield’s a painting that hangs in our room

Changes with each mile like a radio tune

We got up above, we’ll make it on love

Under the rodeo moon



Sometimes we sleep in a hotel

When we’re ridin’ that hot hand of luck

Sometimes we crash at a friend’s house

Sometimes we just sleep in the truck

At nighttime you’ll find us out in the fast lane

Stayin’ one step ahead of snow, wind, and rain



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Yeah we left with our suitcases filled with desire

Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires



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