A Guest Lyric - They Call it Motocross
By Stacie Urban AKA 105sxMom
(sung to the tune of Rodeo, the Garth Brooks one)

His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And sheís given half her fortune
To buy him those new wheels
She knows his loveís in Millville
And she knows heís gonna go
Well it ainít no woman flesh and blood
Itís that damned old motocross

Well itís bikes and blood
Itís dust and mud
Itís the roar of a Sunday race
Itís a whip in the air
A start in second gear
Heíll take the next hole shot
Itís the drop of the gate
Itís roost on his plate
Itís jumps and nasty whoops
Itís in the sun or rain
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing motocross

She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls him
And her backs against the wall
And itís so long girl Iíll see you
When itís time for the next race
You know the woman wants him
Like he wants to take first place

Well itís bikes and blood
Itís dust and mud
Itís the roar of a Sunday race
Itís a whip in the air
A start in second gear
Heíll take the next hole shot
Itís the drop of the gate
Itís roost on his plate
Itís jumps and nasty whoops
Itís in the sun or rain
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing motocross

Itíll drive a rider crazy
Itíll drive him more insane
And heíll sell off everything he owns
Just to pay for that next race
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all heíll have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin
This dream they call motocross

Well itís bikes and blood
Itís dust and mud
Itís the roar of a Sunday race
Itís a whip in the air
A start in second gear
Heíll take the next hole shot
Itís the drop of the gate
Itís roost on his plate
Itís jumps and nasty whoops
Itís in the sun or rain
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing motocross

Itís the bikes and the blood
Itís the gear and the mud
And they call the thing motocross

 

This was the first ever Reader-Submitted Lyric. I'll take her word for
it that the lyrics match up as Garth Brooks isn't in my eclectic set of
music that I listen to.