I patched a tire in the last town,
And almost filled up with gas –
I saved enough back for a candy bar,
A gooey one that would last.
I took Pickles out of the trailer,
Loosened him up, walking around –
Let him drink some water,
Nibble on some grass that he found.
Then loaded him back on the trailer,
Makin’ sure he had some hay –
Not too much to fill him too full,
Just some to munch on, to pass time away.
Then I crawled back into my pickup,
Munched my candy and headed out –
Three more hours of driving,
I’m already plumb tuckered out.
With luck I’ll get there ’bout three,
Unload Pickles and get him warmed up,
But the rodeo isn’t ’till six –
Sometimes this livin’ is tough.
But I can grab a few hours of sleep,
And concession food isn’t bad –
Surely I can eat for five dollars,
Unfortunately that’s all that I have.
My entry fee has been paid,
With a too well used credit card,
And if I don’t win some money this time,
Goin’ on will be pretty darn hard.
And sometimes I think about quittin’,
And stayin’ some place for awhile –
Gettin’ an 8 to 5 payin’ job,
Really livin’ in style.
But then I remember Pickles,
And what it’s like flyin’ on him,
Roundin’ the barrels and headin’ home,
Pushin’ hard for a win.
His muscles movin’ beneath me,
His heart beating with mine –
Leanin’ into the curves,
Takin’ the shortest line.
And I know I can’t give up this feeling,
I can’t give up livin’ this way –
I’ll settle down when I’m older –
I’ll settle down – maybe – someday.
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