There’s a young man that I know, just turned twenty-one

Comes from down in southern Colorado

Just out of the service and looking for his fun

Someday soon, going with him someday soon

My parents cannot stand him 'cause he works the rodeos

They say, «he's not your kind, he’ll leave you crying»

But if he asks, I’ll follow him down the toughest row to hoe

Someday soon, going with him someday soon

When he visits me, my pa ain’t got one good word to say

Got a hunch he was as wild back in the early days

So, blow you old blue norther, blow him back to me

He’s likely driving back from California

He loves his damned old rodeos as much as he loves me

Someday soon, going with him someday soon

Someday soon, going with him someday soon