i can hear the wind whisper my name tellin me it s time to head out again my horses are trailered and the lights are shut down and i m long overdue for headin outta town got a fever that they call rodeo just enough winnin to make the next show sometimes you make eight sometimes you hit dirt go on pin another number to the back of my shirt and i ll ride that pony fast like a cowboy from the past be young and wild free like texas in 1880 just like texas in 1880 ah from phoenix to tulsa to the astro dome new york city down to san antone there s boys that are ridin for legendary fame and our money s all gone but we ride just the same our hearts got broken and our heads get busted but we ll always believe the things that we trust there ll be those nights when glory comes round and we ll tip our hats and wave to the crowd someday when you re older someone see that buckle hangin there on your belt ask you just how it felt just like texas just like texas