Sweetheart of the Rodeo

Clouds so swift Rain won't lift Gate won't close Railings froze Get your mind off wintertime You ain't goin' nowhere Whoo-ee! Ride me high Tomorrow's the day My bride's gonna come Oh, oh, are we gonna fly Down in the easy chair! I don't care How many

One hundred years from this day will the people still feel this way Still say the things that they're saying right now Everyone said I'd hurt you, they said that I'd desert you If I go away, you know I'm gonna get back some how Nobody knows what kind

I am a pilgrim and a stranger Traveling through this wearisome land I've got a home in that yonder city, good Lord And it's not, not made by hand I've got a mother, sister and a brother Who have gone this way before I am determined to go and see them

In south carolina, there're many tall pines I remember the oak tree that we used to climb But now when I'm lonesome I always pretend That I'm headin' the field of hickory wind I started out younger, had most everything All the riches and pleasures, w