[Verse 1] Like old west desperadoes were ridin like hell down the highway From Houston to Pendleton, San Juan to old Santa Fe This cross round my neck keeps me one step ahead of the devil And theyre some sweet conajitas that keep me from going insane [Chorus] Ive been livin on rodeo, cold beer, and old Copenhagen Ive traded my soul for some blacktop and white painted lines Livin this way well I may never make it to heaven Ah but boys if were lucky well be in Wyoming tonight [Verse 2] Well stop off in Moorcroft and sip on some Crook County coffee Swing by the home place and say hi to Mama and Dad If we have time we might throw down some Crown by the campfire Then well say our goodbyes and head back down the highway again [Chorus] Ive been livin on rodeo, cold beer, and old Copenhagen Ive traded my soul for some blacktop and white painted lines Livin this way well I may never make it to heaven Ah but boys if were lucky well be in Wyoming tonight [Chorus] Ive been livin on rodeo, cold beer, and old Copenhagen Ive traded my soul for some blacktop and white painted lines Livin this way well I may never make it to heaven Ah but boys if were lucky well be in Wyoming tonight [Outro] I said boys if were lucky well be in Wyoming tonight
wyoming, livin, copenhagen, blacktop, traded