Rodeo Preacher - White River

He grew up on a straw horse

With a cap gun in his hand

And in his dream he must have

Fought every outlaw in the land

And when he turned eighteen

He joined the rodeo

He went from town to town

Break in horses and bones

He must have won a thousand trophys

Some say he was the best

He rode every bronc

That ever came out of the west

His body bore the scars

It was the price he had to pay

So he started drinkin whiskey

Said it helped to ease the pain

Then one night in Okie city

He found a bible by his bed

John 3: 16

had been underlined in red

And in that little run-down motel

He met someone who turned his life around

Now he rescued more cowboys

Than all the rodeo clowns

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They call him Rodeo Preacher

Lord he could ride em all

He would lend a helpn hand

When some cowboy take the fall

He worked the rodeo circuit

Calgary down to Galveston

He led cowboys to Jesus

Thats how the west was won