S laprade riddell, pointed star music (recorded by chris ledoux)
On a cold montana morning
On the road to idaho
I watched her order hot and black to go
And her boots and spurs and blue jeans
And the lonely in her eyes
Told me just how much she loved the rodeos

I asked where she was headin',
She said, the boise show
She took a third in butte just yesterday
No, she never has been married,
And she probably never will,
'cause silver buckle dreams
Don't leave time for standing still

Chorus
Round and round and round she goes
Where she stops nobody knows
The miles are gettin' longer,
The nights they never end
Old rodeos and livestock shows
Keep the lady on the go
Lord, she loves to run those barrels,
And it's the only life she knows

For now on fifteen seasons
The circuit's been her home,
And at times she misses kids she never had
But she wouldn't trade a minute
Of the years that she's got in it,
'cause she's had herself some happy,
She's learned to take the sad
When i looked up from my coffee
I saw boise on her mind,
She had that look of leavin' in her eyes
As she drove into the morning
It slowly dawned on me
How hard it is to tell a dream goodbye

Chorus

Lord, she loves to run those barrels,
And it's the only life she knows