This Ain't My First Rodeo - Jamey Johnson, Lee Ann Womack

You say, you’re Mama called and you must go

She’s down in the bed and needs you so

And you don’t know if you’ll be coming home tonight or not

But, honey ain’t you’re mama sick a lot?

Lately, your head hurts every night

Could it be, you wear your clothes too tight?

Since you don’t seem to hear or see a thing I say or do

Then I know, there’s nothing I can do for you

This ain’t my first rodeo

This ain’t the first time this old cowboy’s been throwed

This ain’t the first, I’ve seen this dog and pony show

This ain’t my first rodeo

You’re telling me you lost you’re wedding band

Somehow you say, it slipped right off you’re hand

When I asked about those boxes, stacked there, by the door

You say, it’s just some old things you don’t wear no more

I didn’t make it all the way through school

But my Mama didn’t raise any fool

I may not be the Einstein of our time

But honey, I’m not dumb and I’m not blind

This ain’t my first rodeo

This ain’t the first time this old cowboy’s been throwed

This ain’t the first, I’ve seen this dog and pony show

Honey, this ain’t my first rodeo

This ain’t my first rodeo

This ain’t the first time this old cowboy’s been throwed

This ain’t the first, I’ve seen this dog and pony show

Honey, this ain’t my first