Ropin' Pen

Every Friday afternoon, I hitch up the trailer, Saddle up ol' Rock an' ice down the cooler Drive that back road until it ends, At the ropin' pen There's rusted out pick-ups an' fancy rigs, Twenty-thousand dollar horses, then there's my ol' stag, But we're all the same the minute we ride in, To the ropin' pen Well I ain't no Clayo Speed, But I give her hell, Hell, you never can tell, Some day, I just might be We'll turn a few steers an' tell a few lies, Kick back in the saddle an' philosophise Most of life's problems, we can prob'ly solve 'em, In the ropin' pen We don't do it for the money, hell we're always broke Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan what he'd pay to rope He lost a couple of wives an' the fingers on his hands, To the ropin' pen An' it takes a little skill an' a little luck, An' you can talk smack if you can back it up Ah, but we're all friends no matter who wins, Here at the ropin' pen Well I ain't no Clayo Speed, But I give her hell, Hell, you never can tell Some day, I just might be We'll turn another pit of steers an' tell a few more lies Drink another beer and hypothesis Most of life's problems, hell, we're gonna solve 'em, In the ropin' pen See y'all again next weekend, Here at the ropin' pen At the ropin' pen Down at the ropin' pen In the ropin' pen