Took her daddy's old two horse trailer
Patched a place in the floor that was bare
Then we loaded up her barrel pony
And a riggin bag was that i had
Well we left with our suitcases filled with desire
Four hundred dollars and two good spare tires
(chorus)
Now our windshield's a painting that hangs in our room
Changes with each mile like a radio tune
We got up above, we'll make on love under the rodeo moon
Sometimes well sleep in a hotel
When were riding that hot hand of luck
Sometimes well crash at a friends house
Sometines we'll just sleep in the truck
(chours)(3)
under the rodeo moon
