'Cause I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns And the beer chases my blues away. And I'll be okay. I'm not big on social graces; Thi… - Garth Brooks

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

It's midnight Cinderella time that you should know,
There's gonna be some changes in the way this story goes.
It's midnight Cinderella but don't you worry none,
'Cause I'm Peter Peter the Pumpkin Eater
And the party's just begun.

For that river of red could be the death of me.
God, give me strength and keep reminding me
That blood is thicker than water.
Oh, but love is thicker than blood. And if blood is thicker than water,
Then what are we fighting for?
We're all sons and daughters
Of something that means so much more.