The winter winds were blowing when we loaded that old truck
with a few things that we had in all our dreams.
With my new bride there beside me,
we headed down the road.
I would show her places and things she'd never seen.
First we went to Denver and Fort Worth and San Antonio.
She cheered me on at every rodeo.
But Houston finally ended,
and then San Angelo.
I didn't want to tell her,
but she knew that we were broke.
She never complained when the winnings didn't come.
She just took it all in stride.
And if I rode good or bit the dust,
she was just as proud.
She was happy being by my side.
Then in California,
the baby started showing,
and all her clothes were getting way too small.
We couldn't spare the money to buy her any
new ones.
She just wore my shirt and jeans and didn't mind at all.
And early in the mornings,
we'd wake up by the roadside.
I'd build a fire and she'd get out the eggs.
She'd cook us up
some breakfast.
Then we'd sit down on the grass.
Lord, those were the best meals I guess I ever
ate.
But she never complained when the winnings didn't come.
She just took it all in stride.
And if I rode good or bit the dust,
she was just as proud.
She was happy being by my side.
But now those days are over,
and somehow we got ahead.
That little gal I married is still
here with me.
We finally got the house we planned down there beside the stream,
and all
them old hard times are just cherished memories.
Cause she never complained when the winnings
didn't come.
She just took it all in stride.
And if I rode good or bit the dust,
she was just as proud.
She was happy being by my side.
She was happy being by my side.