The band would play the anthem, and the clowns fell down in jest.All the people saw again the winning of the West.Our stomachs full of nothing, and our hearts were full of hopes.We buckled on our leggings, and we rosined up our robes.And we started going down the road in the spring of seventy-four.If I had me another trade, I wouldn't ride them bulls no more.Since Charlie died, I've tried to forget that day at old Cheyenne.Betty, leave your lights on, darling. I'm gonna make it if I can.Cause it gets inside your blood, gets inside your mind.The only way of life, there ain't no other kind.All my thoughts roll back to you, I hope you'll understand.Betty, leave your lights on, darling. I'm gonna make it if I can.The place that's known as Cheyenne is called the daddy of them all.What our fathers sang about at the roundups in the fall.Charlie drew that spinning bull, Lord, everything went wrong.Got him in an ambulance, left me here to sing this song.I've kept right on going, but I drink before I ride.That bottle brings me courage, I believe I'm damn near out of pride.I think I'd get me a factory job if you'd help me make my stand.Betty, leave your lights on, darling. I'm gonna make it if I can.Cause it gets inside your blood, gets inside your mind.The only way of life, there ain't no other kind.All my thoughts roll back to you, I hope you'll understand.Betty, leave your lights on, darling. I'm gonna make it if I can.I'm gonna make it if I can.I'm gonna make it if I can.I'm gonna make it if I can.I'm gonna make it if I can.I'm gonna make it if I can.*