She gives this game her all in all
But when that barrel tips and falls
She was taught to hold her head up high
And never ask the good Lord why

She's got scars on her knees and shins
Her hands are calloused but then again
That's just the price you pay for this sport
Getting the gold is worth all the blood and hurt

She's been bucked and she's been threw
And felt pain more than a time or two
But she gets back up no matter the case
She pulls down her hat and enters that next race

It just isn't about the whole world knowing her story
She doesn't do it for the fame, she does it for the glory
When the crowds are cheering as she runs for the gate
She doesn't care whether winning or losing is her fate

It's about the rush of the wind through her horse's mane
It's the unbreakable bond between them, not the gain
It's all in the hard work and the endless late night tears
It's about getting up and conquering her deepest fears

The gold is good, but the real champions always realize
Following your passion no matter what is the real prize
No matter what she does, no matter where she may go
In NYC or the west Texas plains, Her Heart is a Rodeo