Rodeo Girl

• Rickie Lee Jones

  
  

  Out on the range
  The quiet, endless still
  Where the wild S.S.I.
  Whisper from the hills
  It's a petrified forest of
  Trailer parks and fords
  And there ain't no goin' back
  Rodeo girl, Saddle up
  There's no more credit in this bank
  Try your luck
  Up in the east, down in the west
  Hold on tight
  To the pony that you love the best

  There's a medicine at the gate
  And a number on your back
  And this world is all jacked up like a cadillac
  Painted by a Rodeo Girl

  Rodeo girl, rodeo girl
  Count all the boxcars, the blue and white stars
  That fall for you Rodeo Girl

  You're lost in the desert
  It's too hot to think
  You gotta know about the milk truck
  If you want a drink
  And when the cowboy's sing to
  Bobby Sands and the bear
  You can wet your lips
  In the cool pools of despair
  Up in the east, down in the west
  Hold on tight
  You gotta be better than the best

  There's a medicine at the gate
  And a number on your back
  This world is all jacked up like a cadillac
  Painted by a rodeo girl
  Rodeo girl
  
  aye yei yei yei.

  
  

"... a petrified forest of trailer parks and fords"