I've been away too long
My memory fades a bit
The thought lingers in my mind
The times I reminisce
Our pictures are everywhere
It's only two weeks away
Till I get to be there with you
And pray I hang on for eight
I'll see ya in Tulsa
With all the buck wild bucking stock
I'll be back behind the chutes
Setting my rope getting ready to nod
I'll be right where I belong
We'll no longer be apart
I'll see ya in Tulsa
Tulsa, you have my heart
My wife packed her things away
Placed them all by the door
She said the rodeo can have me
She didn't want me anyhow anymore
I think I may know a cure
One fixed by a bull or bronc
To mend all my brokenness
It may take a broken arm