Ranchin', Ridin', Romance (Two Outta Three Ain't Bad) - Corb Lund

Well, I met him in the stockyards sometime back around oh two

He said kid, the weight of the whole world looks like it’s upon you

Well, I told him I’m a cowboy just doin' the best I can

But this ranchin', ridin', romance is startin' to kinda kick my ass

He said son, I can show ya how to best not overgraze your land

Give advice on finer points of ridin' broncs like an old hand

And then I’ll tell you about the troubles with the ladies that I’ve had

Ranchin', ridin', romance, well two out of three ain’t bad

(Ranchin', ridin', romance)

(Boy don’t look so sad)

(A man ain’t got but two hands)

(So just do the best you can)

Ranchin', ridin', romance

I’ve seldom met the man

Who could ranch and ride and romance

But two outta three ain’t bad

He said I’ve weathered some tough winters and been damned near out of hay

And I’ve climbed aboard some snakey sons of bitches in my day

But most of that was easy next to all courtship demands

Ranchin', ridin', romance, well two out of three ain’t bad

(Ranchin', ridin', romance)

(Boy don’t look so sad)

(A man ain’t got but two hands)

(So just do the best you can)

Ranchin', ridin', romance

I’ve seldom met the man

Who could ranch and ride and romance

But two outta three ain’t bad

Know thyself my son and always play toward your strengths

For you can tilt at many windmills, you can go any lengths

But no one can do it all, my boy and I’ve come to understand

That with ranchin', ridin', romance, well two outta three ain’t bad

(Ranchin', ridin', romance)

(Boy don’t look so sad)

(A man ain’t got but two hands)

(So just do the best you can)

Ranchin', ridin', romance

I’ve seldom met the man

Who could ranch and ride and romance

But two outta three ain’t bad