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Interstate 5 all night driving Pulling into sacramento for a while Dirty old town, dirty old room I lie down an hour or two and I can't even move Can't stop running, don't know if I ever will I guess I'm further from my home than from the end ahead And I've seen texas up to Alberta Ain't no husband or no father or no lover I am a rodeoman, I am a rodeoman Sunrise checkout and I get the breakfast special down Blow out the sandman from my pickup Engines are hummin now and I ride leather black or tan I got weathered face and hands Born and raised up on the grandstand of the promised land I am a rodeoman, I am a rodeoman And I been saying most of my life Only one more ride to go, Lose, win or show But what's the point in making plans What's the point in making plans What's the point in making plans When you're a rodeoman From Letras Mania