written by Lonnie Williams, Frank Dycus, Tracy Byrd Eight seconds ain't very long to live But tonight he barely made five He gave all that he had to give
the smell of a Brahma bull The feel of leather in his hand Well Rodeo ain't no ordinary life But a cowboy ain't no ordinary He's an extra ordinary man
I was a rebel in my younger years I'd...drink with the devil if he bought me a beer Wore out two pickups just running around Mama thought I never would
Not so long ago On his way home from work He'd stop by the side of the road Step out of that old beat up Ford That he drove And he'd walk around Searchin
Right about now she's brushin' her hair Slippin' on her gown, wishin' I was there She just hates these lonely nights when I'm gone Right about now she
She's history Don't ruin good beer with tears Get up off those knees She ain't coming back, Jack And if you think she will You're on the wrong track
The lights were hot and the beer was not And the band was playin' loud The house was full But her eyes pulled me right cross the crowd And I said how
Hey once I was a honky tonkin' talk of the town Ridin' high in my bad Chevrolet I had seven pretty women Lord hanging on me A different one for every
I was driving thru Georgia in late July On a day hot enough to make the Devil sigh I saw a homemade sign written in red Rind County Watermelon Festival
Honey they're bringin' out a TV crew They wanna do a story 'bout me and you They'll be stringin' up bright lights in the backyard There'll be cameras
It was no accident me finding you Someone had a hand in it Long before we ever knew Now I just can't believe you're in my life Heaven's smilin' down