Where Is The Glory

When I was a lad an old cowboy told me well son you're sure ridin' well

There's fame and there's fortune

And glory waitin' at the end of the rodeo trail

So I packed up my stuff in my old pickup truck to follow my rodeo dreams

Now I'm finally on the top but I feel like a flop

Cause I've spent all the fortune I've seen

Now where is the glory in drivin' all night

Down a highway that's headed to nowhere

What good's the fame when the fortune's all gone

And the dreams turned into a nightmare

Like Ed Bruce said Mamma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

I'm inclined to agree but if you ask me you know I'd go through it again

Now what does it take to be a rodeo cowboy I guess I'm a expert at that

Takes a whole lot of guts and old lady luck but not too much under this hat

Well he thrives on the crowds yellin' real load for him to face dyin' again

But the good Lord takes care of children and fools

He's no kid so what's that make him

Now where is the glory...