[Verse]
Well it s sunday at the Round-up and I m feelin bad
I don t know how many shots of whiskey I ve had
it all started Wednesday, oh early that morn
and every two hours a new soldier was born
we d bless each soldier as the numbers did grow
with names like Jose Cuervo, Jim Bean, and Old Crow
Then it s off to the rodeo with tickets in hand
to hear the national anthem from our high school band
Up in the grandstands the crowd yes they cheer
and take turns roundin up those buckets of beer
we d watch the excitement till the bull riding s done
then we hit the let er buck room to have us some fun
Well thursday mornin , we do er again
but we re always too late to see the rodeo begin
the cannon would fire, the flag it would fall
and we d salute to our country and the trail bosses call
and later that night, we d hit the back room
drinkin more whiskey than an army could consume
[Chorus]
Now that it s sunday and the whole damn thing s through
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
No more topless women and tokens for booze
and that s why we re singin , the post Round-up blues
[Verse]
Friday mornin is the westward ho
armed with donuts bloody marys to the parade we d go
out on the sidewalk, old friends we did meet
and with any good fortune see the queen hit the street
hootin at the women and the mayor and such
and by 11am I drank way too much
By the time that saturday finally rolls around
my head tells my body that it d better lay down
but my pride takes over cause I m from Pendleton
and I d head back downtown baby at a dead run
bettin on the events cause you know I can t lose
but tomorrow I ll be singin those post Round-up blues
When the show s over, you get lookin right
and you climb your tall horse because it s saturday night
and you head out on your hootin , drinkin dancin craze
and things are goin wild in that Happy Canyon maze
and later that night, you finally collapse
but there s a 10am trap shoot at the hangover handicap
[Chorus]
Now that it s sunday and the whole damn thing s through
No more yip-shit and howdy and how do you do
No more topless women and tokens for booze
and that s why we re singin , the post Round-up blues