Farther Down The Line Lyrics by Lyle Lovett

Farther Down The Line Lyrics

    Let's have a hand for that young cowboy
    And wish him better luck next time
    And hope we see him up in fargo
    Or somewhere farther down the line
    This time he sure drew a bad one
    One that nobody could ride
    But by the way he pulled his hat on
    You knew he'd be there for the fight

    And it's the classic contradiction
    The unavoidable affliction
    Well it don't take much to predict son
    The way it always goes
    One day she'll say she loves you
    And the next she'll be tired of you
    And push'll always come to shove you
    On that midnight rodeo

    He almost made it to the buzzer
    Somehow he gave up in the end
    He put one hand around the other
    And let that pickup man on in
    And it was his last chance to ride it
    And now he'll have to move along
    But he knows back in his mind that
    He won't be away for long

    And it's the classic contradiction
    It's the unavoidable affliction
    It don't take much to predict son
    The way it always goes
    Because one day she'll say she loves you
    And the next she'll be tired of you
    And push'll always come to shove you
    On that midnight rodeo

    So let's have a hand for that young cowboy
    And wish him better luck next time
    And hope we see him up in fargo
    Or somewhere farther down the line

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