You picked a fine time to leave me cowboy
with two sets of twins
and heifers to feed.
We’ve had some bad times,
lived through some sad times—
but this time, your leaving won’t heal…
You picked a fine time to leave me, cowboy.
Your rodeo trophies and silver buckles won
never seemed to pay the bills.
We kept running short of feed,
the garden has gone to seed.
Our twins need new clothes,
you spent your time chasing rainbows;
my dream has died like the setting sun
You picked a fine time to leave me cowboy:
Off to another rodeo
with our well gone dry.
Fences to mend,
cows on the loose—
you coming home with nothing to show,
you picked a fine time to leave me cowboy.
When you return from wherever you went,
sold what I could, and left what I couldn’t,
packed up the kids in our old pickup…
Driving to someplace you don’t know.
My ring is on the kitchen stove,
your bent spurs are hanging on the door—
maybe you’ll win your next rodeo event.