Stuart Watkins
You picked a fine time to leave me cowboy
With two sets of twins
And heifers to feed
We’ve had some bad times
Lived through some sad times
But this time, your leaving won’t heal
You picked a fine time to leave me cowboy
Your rodeo trophies and silver buckles won
Never seemed to pay the bills
We kept running short of feed
The garden has gone to seed
Our twins need new clothes
You spent your time chasing rainbows
My dream has died like the setting sun
You picked a fine time to leave me cowboy
Off to another rodeo
With our well gone dry
Fences to mend
Cows on the loose
You coming home with nothing to show
You picked a fine time to leave me cowboy
When you return from wherever you went
Sold what I could and left what I couldn’t
Packed up the kids in our old pickup
Driving to someplace you don’t know
My ring’s on the kitchen stove
Your bent spurs are hanging on the door
Maybe you’ll win your next rodeo event