I took her daddys old two-horse trailer
I patched a place in the floor that was bare
And we loaded up her barrel pony
And a riggin bag is all that I had
Left with our suitcases filled with desire
Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires
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Now our windshields a painting that hangs in our room
Changes with each mile like a radio tune
We got up above, well make it on love
Under the rodeo moon
Sometimes we sleep in a hotel
When were ridin that hot hand of luck
Sometimes we crash at a friends house
Sometimes we just sleep in the truck
At nighttime youll find us out in the fast lane
Stayin one step ahead of snow, wind, and rain
Chorus
Yeah we left with our suitcases filled with desire
Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires
Chorus
