(Matraca Berg/Stan Lynch) I came down from the Cadillac dude ranch, health spa Nestled on the edge of town For fourteen days I've been herbal wrapped, mud packed Now I'm bustin' out Well, I thought the wild west wasn't for me You walked up like a bow-legged dream When you said yes ma'am I thought I'd scream Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck Take me to the rodeo I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks And I can't do-si-do But I can put you back in the saddle, baby Yeah, stand you up tall I can put you back in the saddle, baby Yeah, and that ain't all Well, it must've been the burned out new age coffee house So called sensitive guys I never thought a leatherneck s**in' on a long neck Could make my temperature rise But you're so sweet, baby, you're so fine You bring the barbecue and I'll bring the wine We'll dance all night Ôtil your belt buckle shines Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck Take me to the rodeo I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks And I can't do-si-do But I can put you back in the saddle, baby Yeah, stand you up tall I can put you back in the saddle, baby Every time you fall Well, I might be in a yuppie funk You might think I'm a little bit drunk But all I know is a hunk is a hunk Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck Take me to the rodeo I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks And I can't do-si-do But I can put you back in the saddle, baby Yeah, stand you up tall I can put you back in the saddle, baby Yeah, and that ain't all