Pickup Man Lyrics

There's proof of the legends told, watch real close you'll see

He's the definition of the man a cowboys s'posed to be

A master of the chaos, and a hero in disguise

He'll put himself straight through hell, and ride out saving lives

He might not be an angel, but he's Gods hand on a horse

The crowd cheers for the show, but he's the savior to the sport

He's the elite of a dying breed who never needs the fame

The guardian of the rodeo, and Pickup man's his name

Cowboys all hit the road but he must stick around

Them local gals want a Marlboro Man while the rodeo's in town

You'll wonder how he does it, but it don't surprise me none

'Cause broncs and bulls ain't the only thing he's known for picking up

He might not be an angel, but he's Gods hand on a horse

The crowd cheers for the show, but he's the savior to the sport

He's the elite of a dying breed who never needs the fame

The guardian of the rodeo, and Pickup man's his name

He might not be an angel, but he's Gods hand on a horse

The crowd cheers for the show, but he's the savior to the sport

He's the elite of a dying breed who never needs the fame

The guardian of the rodeo, and Pickup man's his name

He's the elite of a dying breed who never needs the fame

The guardian of the rodeo, and Pickup man's his name