Every evening on the interstate, stop-and-go traffic, he can hardly wait to turn on the gravel, leave the downtown core behind.Technology was gonna set us free, that ain't the way it turned out to be, a little bit of leisure is harder and harder to find.He hits that gravel with some relief, he's older now and it's his belief, he maybe should have been just a cowboy on the land.So saddle them ponies and open the gate, gather them cattle cause supper can wait, it's the day he relies on the long-cutting horseman.This could be the year he puts it all together, this could be the year he finally gets it right, with a little love, and he don't crawl into that cavern.He'll be riding in the finals on a four-horse Saturday night.You know it's a funny thing about this cutting game, man gets hooked, he's never the same, all he wants to do is ride and hunt a cow.So he better have an understanding wife and keep it all together in his business life, if he wants to be cutting a couple of years from now.Ah, but there's magic in the horse's feet, the way they jump and the way they sweep, it's an addiction, not that hard to understand.So saddle them ponies and open the gate, gather them cattle cause supper can wait, it's the day he relies on the long-cutting horseman.This could be the year he puts it all together, this could be the year he finally gets it right, with a little love, and he don't crawl into that cavern.He'll be riding in the finals on a four-horse Saturday night.So saddle them ponies and open the gate, gather them cattle cause supper can wait, it's the day he relies on the long-cutting horseman.*