Ropin' Pen

Every Friday afternoon, I hitch up the trailer,
 Saddle up ol' Rock an' ice down the cooler
 Drive that back road until it ends,
 At the ropin' pen
 There's rusted out pick-ups an' fancy rigs,
 Twenty-thousand dollar horses, then there's my ol' stag,
 But we're all the same the minute we ride in,
 To the ropin' pen
 Well I ain't no Clayo Speed,
 But I give her hell,
 Hell, you never can tell,
 Some day, I just might be
 We'll turn a few steers an' tell a few lies,
 Kick back in the saddle an' philosophise
 Most of life's problems, we can prob'ly solve 'em,
 In the ropin' pen
 We don't do it for the money, hell we're always broke
 Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan what he'd pay to rope
 He lost a couple of wives an' the fingers on his hands,
 To the ropin' pen
 An' it takes a little skill an' a little luck,
 An' you can talk smack if you can back it up
 Ah, but we're all friends no matter who wins,
 Here at the ropin' pen
 Well I ain't no Clayo Speed,
 But I give her hell,
 Hell, you never can tell
 Some day, I just might be
 We'll turn another pit of steers an' tell a few more lies
 Drink another beer and hypothesis
 Most of life's problems, hell, we're gonna solve 'em,
 In the ropin' pen
 See y'all again next weekend,
 Here at the ropin' pen
 At the ropin' pen
 Down at the ropin' pen
 In the ropin' pen