Cowboy Chasing the Rodeo Scene

High fidelity master quality, No engineered compression, • Parlor acoustic guitar, placed 100% left, • Autoharp, placed 80% left, • Blues-picked steel string guitar, placed 100% right, • Upright bass, placed center, • Female family vocals, placed 90% left, • Female blues vocal with yodel, placed 90% right, • 100 BPM, • 4/4 time signature

V5.5

[Chorus]
And watching the grin stretch across his face
As this Bama girl invites him back to my place
You don't need a fortune teller to see
That cowboy is chasing the rodeo scene
Pouring cheap Jim Beam, adjusting his hat
He’s aiming for Florida, I can admire that

[Verse 2]
I guess he washed away the memories of the moh-BEEL Bay rain
He’s addicted to the heat of that Kissimmee flame
All the midnight radio static when we’d slow-dance to "Feels So Right"
That summer fling caused my heart to ignite
Yeah, that midseason rodeo holds on to his soul
And I'm in the grandstands, can't keep control

[Bridge]
Now I’m heading west on US 90, choking back tears
As the Perdido River bridge vanishes in my rearview mirrors
Leaving out of Pensacola, it’s hitting me clear
His motor home was never gonna park down here
He’s driving south for the June-to-August sweat
Leaving me a  memory, I ain't ready to lose yet

[Chorus]
And watching the grin stretch across his face
As this Bama girl packs up and leaves his space
You don't need a fortune teller to see
That cowboy is chasing a rodeo queen
Pouring cheap Jim Beam, adjusting her hat
She’s living in the sunshine state, I don’t like that.
Yeah, swallowing Jim Beam all by myself
Wishing he was Kissimmee... instead of his southern belle.

[Outro]
[Vocals ad-lib]
Come on, boy
Oh, let it ride
Right when I thought a Texas cowboy...
Might finally settle down in Robertsdale.

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[Verse 1] Right when I thought he’d plant his roots around Robertsdale I should’ve known, Silver Spurs gold is a craving you can’t keep still I watched him slip back into the arena dust My summer love just couldn't outrun his wanderlust He’s Texas born, and it shows when he speaks About Quick Draw Saloon and those Abilene streets But he’s spinning me ‘round this local dive tonight I hope he knows he has the greenlight [Chorus] And watching the grin stretch across his face As this Bama girl invites him back to my place You don't need a fortune teller to see That cowboy is chasing the rodeo scene Pouring cheap Jim Beam, adjusting his hat He’s aiming for Florida, I can admire that [Verse 2] I guess he washed away the memories of the moh-BEEL Bay rain He’s addicted to the heat of that Kissimmee flame All the midnight radio static when we’d slow-dance to "Feels So Right" That summer fling caused my heart to ignite Yeah, that midseason rodeo holds on to his soul And I'm in the grandstands, can't keep control [Chorus] And watching the grin stretch across his face As this Bama girl invites him back to my place You don't need a fortune teller to see That cowboy is chasing the rodeo scene Pouring cheap Jim Beam, adjusting his hat He’s aiming for Florida, I can admire that [Bridge] Now I’m heading west on US 90, choking back tears As the Perdido River bridge vanishes in my rearview mirrors Leaving out of Pensacola, it’s hitting me clear His motor home was never gonna park down here He’s driving south for the June-to-August sweat Leaving me a memory, I ain't ready to lose yet [Chorus] And watching the grin stretch across his face As this Bama girl packs up and leaves his space You don't need a fortune teller to see That cowboy is chasing a rodeo queen Pouring cheap Jim Beam, adjusting her hat She’s living in the sunshine state, I don’t like that. Yeah, swallowing Jim Beam all by myself Wishing he was Kissimmee... instead of his southern belle. [Outro] [Vocals ad-lib] Come on, boy Oh, let it ride Right when I thought a Texas cowboy... Might finally settle down in Robertsdale.

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