I took her daddy's old two-horse trailer   I patched a place in the floor that was bare    And we loaded up her barrel pony   And a riggin' bag's all that I had    Left with our the suitcases filled with desire    four hundred dollars,two good spare tires      * chorus :   Now our windshied's a painting that hangs in our room   That changes with each mile like a radio tune    With God up above,we'll make it on love under the rodeo moon            Sometimes we sleep in a hotel when we're ridin' that hot hand of luck    sometimes we crash at a friend's house   Sometimes we sleep in the truck    at nighttime you'll find us out in the fast lane    stayin' one step ahead of snow,wind,and rain   *chorus :