(Verse 1 - Lead Vocalist) Y'all can line up at the wooden fence Talkin' 'bout his eyes and your common sense Sayin' you’re the one who’s gonna make him stay Hang a hat on his wall at the end of the day. Well, honey, take a breath, let me set you straight Before you go and swing that dusty gate. He’s a purebred storm in a pair of boots A hundred miles away from pullin' up roots. (Chorus - Lead Vocalist with Background Singers) He’s stubborn as a bull, sharp as a buck knife Quick as a six-shooter runnin' for his life Rugged as the ranch, born for the rodeo Handsome as a dream, but you gotta let him go! (Background Cowgirls: "I think I can, I’ll give it a shot...") Oh girls, go ahead, but you’ll end up in the spot Where you’re steppin' on back, cause the truth don't lie— You can’t put a bridle on the open sky. (Verse 2 - Lead Vocalist) He got muscles carved out of timber and stone Stands as big and bold as the Rockies alone Up in Colorado where the cold winds blow That’s the only kind of rhythm that he’ll ever know. You think a sweet smile’s gonna slow his stride? He was born in the saddle, made for the ride. (Chorus - Lead Vocalist with Background Singers) He’s stubborn as a bull, sharp as a buck knife Quick as a six-shooter runnin' for his life Rugged as the ranch, born for the rodeo Handsome as a dream, but you gotta let him go! (Background Cowgirls: "Maybe just a dance, maybe just one night...") Yeah, you’ll reach for the reins, then you'll see the light When you’re steppin' on back, cause the truth don't lie— You can’t put a bridle on the open sky. (Bridge - Lead Vocalist & Background Cowgirls) (Background Cowgirls - trying their luck, overlapping): "I got a soft touch..." "I got a sweet heart..." "I’ll be the one to stop his pickup truck..." (Lead Vocalist - cutting in): Go on, throw your lasso, watch it fall right through He ain't buildin' no fence for me or for you He belongs to the dirt, the dust, and the wild A full-grown thunder with a wild-eyed smile! (Guitar Solo - Upbeat, high-energy fiddle and telecaster guitar) (Chorus - Lead Vocalist with Background Singers shifting) He’s stubborn as a bull, sharp as a buck knife Quick as a six-shooter runnin' for his life Rugged as the ranch, born for the rodeo Handsome as a dream, but you gotta let him go! (Background Cowgirls - now agreeing, stepping back): "Yeah, we tried... no way... he's gone..." That's right, back it on up, cause the truth don't lie— No, you can't put a bridle on the open sky! (Outro - Lead Vocalist) Big as Colorado... Free as the air... Look at him ride, girls... Don't even try to go there. (Fade out with a loud fiddle riff and crowd cheers)
