Met a rodeo cowboy in BillingsKilling time, trading stories and beerAnd asked him how he made a livingRiding broncs and bull doggin' steersWell, he smiled as he tipped his hat slowlyHe said, friend, it ain't all like it seemsWhile some folks are makin' a livin'Others are livin' their dreamsAnd some cowboys ride for the buckleSome for the rodeo nameSome like the sound or the thrill of the crowdAnd others got no place to staySome do it for love and others for moneySome ride for glory or fameBut through all of my seasons, of all of the reasonsI've stayed on this circuit for meHe said I've been on this suicide circuitFor the best part of fifteen long yearsDon't let this ol poker face fool youBecause beneath it a measure of fearI've been beat, I've been downI've been busted till my body was cryin' with painTake a couple of days and shake it all offAnd you do it all over againAnd some cowboys rideI've stayed on this circuit for me