(Played with capo at 3rd fret, but chords are written as if no capo)
Em x 4 
	Em	G
Well up and down these empty streets, out there in the noonday heat,
D	Am
Dusty hair and tired feet, wondering about her. 
Em	G
Kicking them old tin cans, clicking sticks along the fence,
D	Am
Wondering where the good times went. I'm not really sure.
Chorus:
Em	G	D	Am
A rodeo boy, a rodeo boy, a rodeo boy in a one-horse town.

And down at the old café, people throwing looks my way.
I guess they don't know what to say since they heard the news.
A small-town boy, a city girl, she took him right out of his world
Left him standing on the curb, now he's got the blues.

Chorus

So I don't ride anymore. My saddle hangs behind the door.
My boots are scattered on the floor. I walk around in shoes.
I guess I could catch the train, but I'm hoping that her mind will change
Hoping she'll come back again. I guess I'm just a fool.
RODEO BOY		Fred Eaglesmith