Every evening on the interstate Stop and go traffic he can hardly wait To turn on the gravel Leave the downtown core behind Technology was going to set us free That ain't the way it turned out to be A little bit of leisure is Harder and harder to find He hits the gravel with some relief He's older now and it's his belief He maybe should have been just A cowboy on the land Chorus: So saddle them ponies, open the gate Gather them cattle 'cause supper can wait It's the day in the life Of a non-pro cuttin' horse man Bridge: This could be the year he puts it all together
This could be the year he finally gets it right With a little luck and he don't draw into bad cattle He'll be riding in the finals On a Fort Worth Saturday night (Y'know it's a) Funny thing about this cuttin' game A man gets hooked he's never the same All he wants to do is ride and hunt a cow So he'd better have an understanding wife And keep it all together in his business life If he wants to be cuttin' a couple of years from now Ah, but there is magic in the horses' feet In the way they jump and the way they sweep It's an addiction, not that hard to understand