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The Buckle
Out there in Wyoming he was putting on a show
He won that silver buckle at the Cheyenne Rodeo
He left them people yelling, screaming out for more
While down in Amarillo his love walked out the door
He took that silver buckle and he gave it a fling
across the lonely backroads of his recent broken dreams
So many times he's been there in someone else's bed
The words of wisdom that she told him pounding in his head
Down in Albequerque he stopped to make a call
She knew just what he wanted and his back's against the wall
A love with no beginning can never have no end
Alone with all her sorrow she said goodbye again
Now he still rides the circuit and probably always will
There ain't a bull that he ain't busted looking for her still
Her memory surrounds him and it's closing in
Somewhere in the distance he hears her words again
In Phoenix, Arizona he was torn all apart
He didn't make the short round and he had a broken heart
That bottle on the table couldn't kill the pain
With no further explanation he had to ride again
Suddenly, from nowhere, she was standing by his side
His last eight seconds would be his final ride
So many times it happens we let love pass us by
Reaching out to hold him she watched her man die
She said it ain't the size of the buckle that makes a man a man
From Maine to California and all around this land
Are the words I'm saying too hard to understand
She said it ain't the size of the buckle. It's the size of the man
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Author Notes
Thanks Lilybug6 for the use of your picture. It goes so nicely with my lyrics.
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