Papa Was A Rodeo - Lyrics - Sara Lov

Singer songwriter Sara Lov was born in Hawaii in 1970 and later was raised by her mother in Los Angeles after the divorce of her parents. At the age of four she was kidnapped by her father, who was in the midst of a custody battle, and she was taken to Israel. Sara Lov lived there with an international fugitive from justice until a decade later when an uncle brought about her repatriation to the United States.

I like your twisted point of view, Mike I like your questioning eyebrows You've made it pretty clear what you like It's only fair to tell you now That I leave early in the morning And I won't be back till next year I see that kiss-me pucker forming But maybe you should plug it with a beer, 'cause Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer Before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough For a one-night stand Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo The light reflecting off the mirror ball Looks like a thousand swirling eyes They make me think I shouldn't be here at all You know, every minute someone dies What are we doing in this dive bar? How can you live in a place like this? Why don't you just get into my car And I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer Before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough For a one-night stand Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo And now it's 55 years later We've had the romance of the century After all these years wrestling gators I still feel like crying When I think of what you said to me: "Papa was a rodeo Mama was a rock'n'roll band I could play guitar and rope a steer Before I learned to stand Home was anywhere with diesel gas Love was a trucker's hand Never stuck around long enough For a one-night stand Before you kiss me you should know Papa was a rodeo," What a coincidence Your papa was a rodeo, too