Ox Rodeoman lyrics

Interstate 5 all night driving
Pulling into Sacramento for a while
Dirty old town, dirty old room
I lie down an hour or two and I can't even move

Can't stop running, don't know if I ever will
I guess I'm further from my home
Than from the end ahead
And I've seen Texas up to Alberta

Ain't no husband or no father or no lover
I am a rodeoman, I am a rodeoman
Sunrise checkout and
I get the breakfast special down

Blow out the sandman from my pickup
Engines are hummin' now

And I ride leather black or tan
I got weathered face and hands

Born and raised up on the grandstand
Of the promised land
I am a rodeoman, I am a rodeoman
And I been saying most of my life
Only one more ride to go, lose, win or show

But what's the point in making plans?
What's the point in making plans?
What's the point in making plans?
When you're a rodeoman