This Ain't My First Rodeo

You say you're mama called and you must go.

She's down in the bed and needs you so.

And you don't know if you'll be coming home tonight or not.

But, honey ain't your mama sick a lot?

Lately, you're head hurts every night.

Could it be you wear your clothes too tight?

Since you don't seem to hear or see a thing I say or do,

Then I know there's nothing I can do for you.

This ain't my first rodeo.

This ain't the first time this old cowboy's been throwed.

This ain't the first I've seen this dog and pony show.

This ain't my first rodeo.

You're telling me you lost you're wedding band.

Somehow you say it slipped right off you're hand.

And when I asked about those boxes stacked there by the door.

You say it's just some old things you don't wear no more.

I didn't make it all the way through school.

But my mama didn't raise any fool.

I may not be the Einstein, of our time.

But honey, I'm not dumb and I'm not blind.

This ain't my first rodeo.

This ain't the first time this old cowboy's been throwed.

This ain't the first I've seen this dog and pony show, Honey.

This ain't my first rodeo.

This ain't my first rodeo.

This ain't the first time this old cowboy's been throwed.

This ain't the first I've seen this dog and pony show, Honey.