There's a medicine at the gate
And a number on your back
And this world is all jacked up like a cadillac
Painted by a rodeo girl

There's a medicine at the gate
And a number on your back
And this world is all jacked up like a cadillac
Painted by a rodeo girl

Rodeo girl, rodeo girl
Count all the boxcars
The blue and white stars
That fall for ya rodeo girl

You're lost in the desert
And it's too hot to think
You gotta know about the milk truck
If you want a drink
And when the cowboy's sing
Bobby sands and the bear
You can wet your lips
In the cool pools of despair
Up in the East
Down in the West
Hold on tight
Now you gotta be better than the best

There's a medicine at the gate
And a number on your back
This world is all jacked up like a cadillac
Painted by a rodeo girl

There's a medicine at the gate
And a number on your back
This world is all jacked up like a cadillac
Painted by a rodeo girl
Rodeo girl