I was sittin' the a barroom one rainy afternoon Tellin' stories about rodeo and listening to a tune The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town So Bill took our names ane put our entries down
I went to the office the next day to see What bareback horse I had and pay me fees I looked on the list but my name wasn't found I thought Bill might have forgot to put me down
I looked on the board and I happened to find My name was on another list I was in the bull ridin' My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat And I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office steps
Well I may be a fool but a coward I'm not So I borrowed a bull rope with a bell in the knot I walked in the arena with them other bull ridin' fools And walked down to the chutes and found my bull
Then I put my rope in the middle of his back I had some cowboy pull out the slack And then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back and said Boy's open the gate just a little bitty crack
Well the bull hit the gate with his head And I could see over his hump that his eyes were red He bailed out of there with a big snort and beller And something inside of me told me I was yeller
Well the dust and hairs and flies come off his hump It whisp to my nose as he made another jump And the stink of it all was more than I could stand So I jerked my wrap and opened my hand
Well he jumped in the air and made one more turn As the rope slid through my hand it sure did burn He flang me down in a great big heap and Right in the middle of me he did leap
With his feet on my belly standin' in place That dirty old bull blew snot in my face So them damned old bulls you can run 'em in a chute And put your ropes on them big galloots But the closest you're gonna find me to their stinkin' hair Is to help some other fool get flug in the air
Boy the next time I see Bill I'm gonna break his dang neck Enter me in the bull ridin' Shoot I think I'll enter him in the Barrel RacingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
