Well it&#x27;s bulls and blood   It&#x27;s dust and mud   It&#x27;s the roar of a Sunday crowd   It&#x27;s the white in his knuckles   The gold in the buckle   He&#x27;ll win the next go &#x27;round   It&#x27;s boots and chaps   It&#x27;s cowboy hats   It&#x27;s spurs and latigo   It&#x27;s the ropes and the reins   And the joy and the pain   And they call the thing rodeo