We Still Go To Rodeos

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