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Backstory:

A cowboy song written from the angle that at the end of a career chasing rodeos he realizes he would trade all the horses he rode for one night with the woman he wouldn't let get close.

Lyrics:

                                                  
There’s a hole in his heart her mem’ry walks through
A whole lotta past he’d like to undo
Too many bruises and busted bones
And too much time spent healin’ alone
So tonight from the front porch of his cabin he strolls
Through mem’ries of old rodeos
The oats he’s sown, the records he’s broke
And all the horses he rode

	But he’d trade all the titles, ropes and the reins
	The saddles, buckles, trucks and all the fame
	For one night with that woman he wouldn’t let get close
	That woman whose lovin’ he now needs most
	Yeah he’d give it all back if he could Lord knows
	He’d trade all of the horses he’s rode

Chasin’ gold from a saddle hell bent on career
He couldn’t see past the next horse or steer
But all they are now are souvenirs
Collectin’ dust year after year
So tonight from the front porch of his cabin he strolls
Through mem’ries of old rodeos
Tradin’ letters she wrote, beggin’ him to come home
For all the horses he rode

	But he’d trade all the titles, ropes and the reins
	The saddles, buckles, trucks and all the fame
	For one night with that woman he wouldn’t let get close
	That woman whose lovin’ he now needs most
	Yeah he’d give it all back if he could Lord knows
	He’d trade all of the horses he’s rode

	Yeah he’d give it all back if he could Lord knows
	He’d trade all of the horses he’s rode