This here rodeo ain't your momma's backyard barbecue. This is the real deal, with refined fellas sportin' their best duds. They're struttin' through like they own the place, lookin' like somethin' outta a magazine. You got your footwear shined up to a gleam, your belts bucklin' and bouncin', and your cap tipped just right. It's a whole lotta grace,