Took my last fall in san diego
Bus headed north one headed south
I call a farm in colorado
And I lift a dusty pay phone to my mouth
She says hello I say its me hon
Sorry I stayed away so long
Tell the kids thier old mans through with playin rodeo
Cause if its alright with you Im comin home
Well theres silence on the line
She says you sure did take your time
But I still need a man for the things a man is good for
You know how it is raisin crops and raisin kids
Demands a man at least as fit as you are
So come on git on home theres hay that needs a mowin
A boy that needs a whippin and a hundred things to do
I hope youve finally found your mind
To leave that rodeo behind
Ive spent half my life just waitin here for you
I guess that nows the time Id better tell her
Hon Ive got this old friend thats here with me
He used to be a cowboy and a good one so they say
But now his legs are crippled he cant walk you see
But hon you ought to hear him tell his stories
Sing the old songs play the guitar too
Id really like to show him colorado
But I thought Id better leave it up to you
Well theres silence on the line
And now I hear her sayin
Babe I only need a man for the things a man is good for
And you know how it is a place just half this big
Demands a man at least as fit as you are
Put yourself in his place itd awful hard to face
All the chores and work and nothing he could do
If you want to know my mind leave that rodeo bum behind
Dont waste our time Im waitin here for you
Well cryins just for kids I put down the phone
Fumble with my crutches movin slow
I wish that I was on the bus thats colorado bound
And I hope the weathers nice in mexico