We Still Go To Rodeos - Whitney Rose

We ain’t got a fancy car

We held hands and walked the streets of Rome

We pay rent to keep a bed

That’s why when we’re with each other, we’re home

The baby’s cry don’t keep us at night

Maybe that will change, maybe it won’t

But we still go to rodeos

To ride the Ferris wheel and eat snow cones

Yea, there are lots of things that we ain’t got

Lots of things that we ain’t got

We’ve got something different of our own

A diamond ring don’t mean a thing

It comes off just like it’s a fake tattoo

But now and then two good friends

Fall in love just like me and you

Yea, there are lots of things that we ain’t got

Lots of things that we ain’t got

We’ve got something different of our own

Yea, there are lots of things that we ain’t got

Lots of things that we ain’t got

We’ve got something different of our own