Текст песни: The Winner + перевод

When he was a boy dreamed of bein' a man

Probably dreamed every thing that a young boy can

He’s a lover a fighter a saddle bronc rider an all around hell of a hand

And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain

And his dreams are the bones in his soul

And there’s rivers of dance halls and wild red eyeballs on the road to the big

rodeo

Well the chutes are all loaded the riggins are set Lord the cowboy’s ready to

ride

Well it’s pull down his hat and he spit out his chew

There’ll be a hot time in the old town tonight

The horse in chute eight he’s a kickin' the gate

Lord he’s big and he’s hard and he’s crazy

And the chute boss is a hollerin'

Come on boys get on 'em I’m commencin' to think you’re all lazy

And the spot lights on the sawdust…

With his spurs in his shoulders the horse comes unglued

It’s like ridin' some kind of explosion

And the bronc he starts spinnin' the cowboy’s a grinnin'

Doin' fine there in all the commotion

The crowd’s on its feet the whistle she blows

And the pickup men rush to his side

As they pull him away he hears one of 'em say

Looks to me like a winnin' ride

And the spot lights on the sawdust that shines in his brain

And his dreams are the bones in his soul

And it’s all comin' true right in front of his eyes

Cause he’s the feller who won the big rodeo

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