Lyrics Ranchin’, Ridin’, Romance (Two Outta Three Ain’t Bad) - Corb Lund

Well, I met him in the stockyards sometime back around '02
He said kid, the weight of the whole world looks like it's upon you
Well, I told him I'm a cowboy, just doin' the best I can
But this ranchin', ridin', romance is startin' to kinda kick my ass

He said son, I can show ya how to best not overgraze your land
Give advice on finer points of ridin' broncs like an old hand
And then I'll tell you about the troubles with the ladies that I've had
Ranchin', ridin', romance, well, two outta three ain't bad

Yeah, ranchin', ridin', romance
Well, I've seldom met the man
Who could ranch and ride and romance
But two outta three ain't bad

He said I've weathered some tough winters and been damn near out of hay
And I've climbed aboard some snakey sons of bitches in my day
But most of that was easy next to all courtship demands
Ranchin', ridin', romance, well, two outta three ain't bad

Yeah, ranchin', ridin', romance
Well, I've seldom met the man
Who could ranch and ride and romance
But two outta three ain't bad, no sir

Know thyself my son and always play towards your strengths
For you can tilt at many windmills, you can go to any lengths
But no one can do it all, my boy and I've come to understand
That with ranchin', ridin', romance, well, two outta three ain't bad

Yeah, ranchin', ridin', romance
Boy don't look so sad
A man ain't got but two hands
So just do the best you can
Ranchin', ridin', romance
Well, I've seldom met the man
Who could ranch and ride and romance, honey
But two out of three ain't bad

Ranch, and ride, and romance
Well, two out of three ain't bad