Bent Roses: Music

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This is the story of an old, retired rodeo rider talking to a young, braggert modern-day rodeo rider. As the old rider recalls his youth and rodeo days, he begins to reflect on his journey through life: hard times, a reckless approach, struggling to make ends meet, and a lost love. And even though he has a mountain of regrets, particularly about untruths he employed to make it easier to squeeze through life, at the end of the day he admits a small bit of satisfaction about where he ended up and who he is . . . along with nagging regrets about the love lost.

Lyrics by Bill Roser, Music by Andy Byron.


Please enjoy . . .

THE JOURNEY

Copyright Byron/Roser 2011


I tell you, son, I rodeo-ed way back in the day;
When the sum of everything I owed was more than all my pay.
And a fifteen year-old pickup truck was the only thing I owned;
When only me, my saddle and this buckle called it home.

I never thought to think ahead or pause for lookin’ back,
And I never seemed to notice when things got off the track.
(sing first half of Chorus)

CHORUS:

The pleasure of the journey just ain’t like being there,
A little gold for rainy days, silver in my hair.
All the roads not taken and the shades of stories told,
Never dared to stop and think I’d ever be this old.

There’s a woman back in Kansas in a town that I won’t name,
Who thought I hung the moon and stars so I’m the one to blame;
All she ever wanted was a family and a home,
I hear she’s got that now . . . me, I’m still alone. (Sing Chorus)

Sometimes I long to be that wild young buck again,
I just knew those good old days would never end;
But now the years fly quickly, it’s funny but I’ve found,
I’m pretty much just thinkin’ ‘bout that unnamed Kansas town.
(Sing Chorus)