It′s been a great ride but here we sit tonight

The look in her eyes says something's wrong

This ain′t a wild bull, it's just a bar stoolBut it's all I can do to just hang on

And George Strait′s on the jukebox in the corner

Singing about cowboys riding away, but

This ain′t my first rodeo

Someone's gonna get hurt

Whenever someone says we need to talk

It feels like there′s a number

Pinned on to the back of my shirt

'Cause this is where the cowboy gets bucked off

Yeah, this is where the cowboy gets bucked off

You can go to Houston, Vegas or San Antonio

And watch a bull rider hit the dirt

Or head down to this bar for a little cover charge

You can watch me get thrown by her

George Strait′s on the jukebox again

Says if I leave now I can still make Cheyenne, but

This ain't my first rodeo

Someone′s gonna get hurt

So hey bartender, give me one more jug

It feels like there's a number

Pinned on to the back of my shirt

'Cause this is where the cowboy gets bucked off

Yeah, this is where the cowboy gets bucked off

I think about those nights in Marina Del Rey

As this beautiful cowgirl slips away

But the pain only lasts so long

And when you get bucked off you get back on

It feels like there′s a number

Pinned on to the back of my shirt

′Cause this is where the cowboy gets bucked off

Yeah, this is where the cowboy gets bucked off