And we loaded up her barrel pony

Now our windshield's a painting that hangs in our room
With God up above, we'll make it on love under the rodeo moon

With God up above, we'll make it on love under the rodeo moon
And a riggin' bag's all that I had
We were left with our suitcases filled with desire
It's changes with each mile like a radio tune
Left with our suitcases filled with desire
Now our windshield's a painting that hangs in our room
Sometimes we sleep in a hotel
With God up above, make it on love under the rodeo moon
Four hundred dollars, two good spare tires
At nighttime you'll find us out in the fast lane
Now our windshield's a painting that hangs in our room
When we're ridin' that hot hand of luck
Four hundred dollars and two good spare tires
Stayin' one step ahead of snow, wind and rain
Under the rodeo moon

That changes with each mile like a radio tune
Sometimes we just sleep in the truck
Sometimes we crash at a friend's house
That changes with each mile like a radio tune