RODEO

Pretty girl with the hair like gold

You spin in my head like a rodeo

Late night when the weather gets cold

I hear your name and I just can't tell you no

Oh

You spin in my head like a rodeo

Oh

You spin in my head

She's a fire little thing from the westside

From a small town but she like them big rides

Drink ya underneath the table any day or night

You can name a place she'll be there right on time

She can dance with the best goin' left right left

One by one, step by step

And I can't say no when she look like that

Gotta catch my breath

Hell yeah

Pretty girl with the hair like gold

You spin in my head like a rodeo

Late night when the weather gets cold

I hear your name and I just can't tell you no

Oh

You spin in my head like a rodeo

Oh

You spin in my head

She's a

Back forty shorty

Quadin' on a Yamaha

Pigtails, southern belle

With a southern drawl

They tell her tale from Louisville

Up to Wichita

Bonfire fairytales talk about her

They call her Goldilocks

Even got birds out here stalkin'

She drive an 'up truck

4 wheel drive and she parkin'

Dump truck stuffed in them dukes

In Lucchese boots

Whiskey shots on the rocks

180 proof

Pretty girl with the hair like gold

You spin in my head like a rodeo

Late night when the weather gets cold

I hear your name and I just can't tell you no

Oh

You spin in my head like a rodeo

Oh

You spin in my head

You spin in my head like a

You spin in my head

You spin in my head like a

You spin in my head

Pretty girl with the hair like gold

You spin in my head like a rodeo

Late night when the weather gets cold

I hear your name and I just can't tell you no

Oh

You spin in my head like a rodeo

Oh

You spin in my head