Wild West Show

My friend Dale said he's part Indian
And I've got an old Brahma bull
That looks a little like a buffalo
If I could just find a pretty girl
That likes to ride bareback
I think I'd start my own Wild West Show

And I can almost hear the crowd
On their feet, cheering
As she leans down from that galloping horse
And plucks a red rose from the dusty ground
As the spotlight, bright-white
Shines down on her long blond hair
She'll live in the dreams
Of all the rodeo clowns

And before that,
I'd ride out on a big old Appaloosa
And wave my hat around in the air
And I'd shout through a megaphone
And you'd hear a hush
Whispered through the crowd
"Ladies and Gentlemen!"
(I'd say)
"Now, it's time for the star of our show
The beautiful Maggie
And her strawberry roan!"

Then she'd ride and the crowd would cheer
Then we'd have a covered wagon race
And she'd come back with me
To the motor home

And she wouldn't even mind
That we just barely broke even
And we're probably gonna have to
Sell that chuckwagon, too
And Pete...the sharp shooter?
He's been missing a lot lately
But he has everything he owns
Tied up in those guns
And that big wheel
That Wanda spins around on
I'm just afraid he might
Hurt her someday
Without meaning to

And I'm pretty sure I could
Get rid of everything
Except for Maggie and her horse
People would come
Just to watch her ride
I could probably even sell
That big Appaloosa
(but I'd keep the hat)
And I would be happy
With just Maggie at my side

And in my dreams
I can almost hear the crowd
On their feet, cheering
As she leans down from that
Galloping horse
And plucks the red rose I threw
Picks it up from the dusty ground
As the spotlight, bright-white
Shines down on her long blond hair
She lives in my dreams
And in the dreams
Of all the rodeo clowns

But my lunch break's over
Time to punch the clock and go
Back to another day at this boring old job
Working, and dreaming about
Having my own Wild West Show