When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' wellThere's fame and there's fortuneAnd glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trailSo I packed up my stuff in my old pickup truck to follow my rodeo dreamsNow I'm finally on the top but I feel like a flopCause I've spent all the fortune I've seenNow where is the glory in drivin' all nightDown a highway that's headed to nowhereWhat good's the fame when the fortune's all goneAnd the dreams turned into a nightmareLike Ed Bruce said Mamma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboysI'm inclined to agree but if you ask me you know I'd go through it againNow what does it take to be a rodeo cowboy I guess I'm a expert at thatTakes a whole lot of guts and old lady luck but not too much under this hatWell he thrives on the crowds yellin' real load for him to face dyin' againBut the good Lord takes care of children and foolsHe's no kid so what's that make himNow where is the glory...