Just about two hundred years ago they signed that declaration

Tellin' everybody in the whole wide world

they're gonna start a brand new nation

From that day on the 4th of July has been a holiday

To the rich man, poor man, and everybody else but the cowboys in the RCA

Well I get on the phone and call the airlines

rent-a-cars and Greyhound stations

Cause I've entered bout thirteen rodeos out across the great big nation

Got the car tuned up

the tanks full of gas

I've got money in my hand

And if I ain't overdrawn by the end of the week

at the bank I'm a lucky man

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It's the 4th of July on the rodeo trail

it'll drive you insane

My wife's worried home by the telephone

I'm on the road again

It's the Forth of July on the rodeo trail if I ever make it home I swear
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I'm gonna to hang up my hat

put up my riggin' sack

And for a month I'm gonna stay right there

Well I've been on the road about three days now

and I haven't had a minutes rest

There's dark circles all around my bloodshot eyes

and my face is now a whiskered mess

Boy I'd sure like a bath and a home cooked meal

but for now I must be satisfied

With this double super-duper half cooked burger

And a side of grease soaked french fries

Well the week's nearly over and I wonder to myself
will I ever make it home alive

When a bronc fell on me up in Calgary

when he slipped tryin' to make his high dive

And the plane and the pilot that we rented looked like
surplus from World War I

And I thought any times about suicide

but I haven't found myself a gun

Chorus

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