Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
Vern Gosdin
You say your mama called and you must go
She's down in the bed and need you so
And you don't know if you'll be coming home tonight or not
But, honey ain't your mama sick a lot?
Lately, your head hurts every night
Could it be you wear your clothes too tight?
Since you don't seem to hear or see a thing I say or do
Then I know there's nothing I can do for you
This ain't my first rodeo
This ain't the first time this old cowboy's been throwed
This ain't the first I've seen this dog and pony show
This ain't my first rodeo
You're telling me you lost your wedding band
Somehow you say it slipped right off your hand
And when I asked about those boxes stacked there by the door
You say it's just some old things you don't wear no more
I didn't make it all the way through school
But my mama didn't raise any fool
I may not be the Einstein of our time
But honey, I'm not dumb and I'm not blind
This ain't my first rodeo
This ain't the first time this old cowboy's been throwed
This ain't the first I've seen this dog and pony show
Honey, this ain't my first rodeo
This ain't my first rodeo
This ain't the first time this old cowgirl's been throwed
This ain't the first I've seen this dog and pony show
Honey, this ain't my first rodeo
No, this ain't my first rodeo
This Ain’t My First Rodeo was written by Max D. Barnes & Hank Cochran & Vern Gosdin.
This Ain’t My First Rodeo was produced by Bob Montgomery.