Boots spurs and a pearl handle cap pistol and a gold mine that dug in the sandI rode the fence line in her backyard each day on a stick horse I called old DanOne day my mama she called me aside and said you can't be fourteen againThere's not enough gold in your lost canyon mine to keep you from being a manYou're a little too old to play cowboy well its high time you made a changeSo kick off your boots and bed down your horseCause there ain't no home on the rangeA wife a son and a job at the factory but that never was really meSo we loaded up our old pickup truck to go where I wanted to beA rodeo clown picked me up off the ground at the Cheyenne Frontier rodeoThat was the start of breakin' her heart she said you'd think a grown man would knowYou're a little too old...Bologna and beans were within our means and a hamburger once in a whileA new pair of jeans is the answer to dreams when you live in rodeo styleOne day my boy said I don't want toys just a friend would satisfy meAnd I knew right then I'd come to the end when the tears in his eyes said to meYou're a little too old...