Papa Was a Rodeo Songtext
von Orville Peck, Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway

I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You′ve made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
That I leave early in the morning
And I won′t be back 'til next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
But maybe you should plug it with a beer, 'cause

Papa was a rodeo, Mama was a rock and roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker′s hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me, you should know
Papa was a rodeo


The light reflecting off the mirror ball
Looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn′t be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this dive bar?
How can you live in a place like this?
Why don't you just get into my car?
And I′ll take you away, I'll take that kiss now, but

Papa was a rodeo, Mama was a rock and roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker′s hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me, you should know
Papa was a rodeo
(Take it, Molly)

And now it's 55 years later
We′ve had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me

Papa was a rodeo, Mama was a rock and roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas, love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me, you should know
Papa was a rodeo, mmm
What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too