that young cowboy and wish him better luck next time
I hope we'll see him up in Fargo or
somewhere farther down the line
This time he sure drew a bad one
one that nobody could ride
By the way he pulled his hat on you know
he'd be there for the fight
And it's the classic contradiction
the unavoidable affliction
And it don't take much to predict
son the way it always goes
'Cause one day she'll say she loves you
and the next she'll be tired of you
And push'll always come to shove you on that midnight
He almost made it to the buzzer somehow
He put one hand around the other
and let that pick up man on in
It was his last chance to ride it now
But he knows back in his mind that he
And it's the classic contradiction...
So let's have a hand for that young cowboy
and wish him better luck next time
I hope we'll see him up in Fargo or
somewhere farther down the line
