"Some guys work 125 to 130 rodeos a year. They're just goin' all the time"
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It’s not a humblebrag about grit; it’s a window into a life built on relentless motion. When Chris LeDoux notes that some guys work “125 to 130 rodeos a year,” he’s sketching a calendar so crowded it borders on absurd. The number does the heavy lifting: it’s practically every other night, a pace that turns “career” into a kind of controlled instability. The plainspoken tag at the end - “They’re just goin’ all the time” - lands like a shrug, which is precisely the point. In this world, exhaustion isn’t melodrama; it’s background weather.
LeDoux came out of rodeo culture and wrote songs that treat the road as both badge and burden. The intent here feels documentary, almost protective: he’s explaining the hidden economics of the arena. You don’t do 130 stops a year because you’re addicted to applause; you do it because staying visible is staying solvent, because injuries and aging are always waiting to cash you out. The subtext is a quiet critique of how romance gets manufactured around hard labor. “Cowboy” becomes a symbol in country music, but LeDoux keeps dragging it back to logistics: mileage, entry fees, constant travel, the body as equipment.
There’s admiration in the line, sure, but it’s admiration with teeth. “Goin’ all the time” reads like freedom until you hear the trapdoor beneath it: momentum is mandatory. Stop moving, and the whole thing - money, identity, relevance - starts to wobble.
LeDoux came out of rodeo culture and wrote songs that treat the road as both badge and burden. The intent here feels documentary, almost protective: he’s explaining the hidden economics of the arena. You don’t do 130 stops a year because you’re addicted to applause; you do it because staying visible is staying solvent, because injuries and aging are always waiting to cash you out. The subtext is a quiet critique of how romance gets manufactured around hard labor. “Cowboy” becomes a symbol in country music, but LeDoux keeps dragging it back to logistics: mileage, entry fees, constant travel, the body as equipment.
There’s admiration in the line, sure, but it’s admiration with teeth. “Goin’ all the time” reads like freedom until you hear the trapdoor beneath it: momentum is mandatory. Stop moving, and the whole thing - money, identity, relevance - starts to wobble.
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| Topic | Work Ethic |
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