I'll hang up these boots|When I need dress shoes|And I'll need dress shoes|When I'm laid to rest||And when I'm dead and gone|I hope the crowd'll chant my name|But it'll be hats off to remember me|All the same||It's not my last rodeo|It's not the last buckle that I'm after|It'll take more than one bad ride|To make me hang up my saddle|When all the lights go out|And everyone's gone home|In my heart, I'll know|It's not my last rodeo, oh, oh|It's not my last rodeo, oh, oh||I'll take these spurs off|When I'm six feet under|But until then, I'll tighten my reins|And get ready for another||It's not my last rodeo|It's not the last buckle that I'm after|It'll take more than one bad ride|To make me hang up my saddle|When all the lights go out|And everyone's gone home|In my heart, I'll know|It's not my last rodeo, oh, oh|It's not my last rodeo, oh, oh||Eight more seconds, and you'll remember my name, oh|Eight more seconds, and you'll remember my name|It's not my last rodeo, oh, oh||It's not my last rodeo|It's not the last buckle that I'm after|It'll take more than one bad ride|To make me hang up my saddle|When all the lights go out|And everyone's gone home|When all the lights go out|And everyone's gone home|In my heart, I'll know|It's not my last rodeo, oh, oh|It's not my last rodeo, oh, oh||