Broken Rodeo Lyrics

Late night Ferris wheel lighting up the sky

Mid-September not a cloud in my eye

Bull riders and barrel girls race for the dough

Emcee call their numbers out and the clown steals the show

At a broken rodeo you'll find a wholesome child

Young girl from the year before strolling behind her son

Baby in a carriage and she's waiting on another one

Old sneakers on her feet replace the boots she used to wear

Time passes by to quick when you're waiting for the fair

Shiny buckles, dusty boots

Looking for something, finding roots

At a broken rodeo you'll find a wholesome child

Young kids on the rides screaming with no fear

Older kids are in the tent and they're lining up for beer

Parents gather with watchful eyes talking up a storm

Older folks sitting on the benches remember when they were young

Shiny buckles, dusty boots

Looking for something, finding roots

Young eyes and grey hair, amazed at this ride

At a broken rodeo you'll find a wholesome child

At a broken rodeo you'll find a wholesome child

At a broken rodeo you'll find a wholesome child