Date: Thu, 28 Dec 1995 08:23:29 -0600
From: Ken Keefover
Subject: The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux
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The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux
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I was sittin` in bar room one rainy afternoon
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Tellin` stories about rodeo and listening to a tune
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The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town
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So Joe (or name of your choice) took our names and put our entries down.
G
I went to the office the next day to see
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What bareback horse I had and to pay my fees.
G
I looked on the list but my name wasn`t found
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I thought Joe might of forgot to put me down.
G
Well, I looked on the board and I happened to find,
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My name was on another list, I was in the Bull Riding.
G
My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat,
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Then I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office steps.
G
Well, I may be a fool but a coward I`m not,
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So I borrowed a bull rope with a bell in the knot.
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I walked in the arena with them other bullridin` fools,
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Walked down the chutes, and found my bull.
G
Then I put my rope in the middle of his back,
D G
Then had some cowboy pull up the slack,
D G
Then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back,
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And said Boys, open the gate just a little bitty crack!.
G
Well, the bull hit the gate with his head
A D
And I could see over his hump that his eyes was red.
G
He bailed outta there with a big snort and a beller`
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And somethin` inside me told me I was yeller`
G
The dust and hair and flies from off his hump,
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Did whisk to my nose as he made another jump.
G
And the stink of it all was more than I could stand,
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So I jerked my wrap, and opened my hand.
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Well, he jumped through air as he made one more turn,
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That rope slid through my hand it sure did burn.
G
He flang me down in a great big heap,
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And right in the middle of me he did leap.
D(strum once) G(strum once)
With his feet on my belly, standing in place,
A(strum once) D(strum once)
That dirty ole` bull, blew snot in my face.
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Well, them danged ole bulls you can run `em the chutes,
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Put your ropes on them big gallutes,
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But the closest your gonna find me to their stinkin` hair,
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Is to help some other fool get flung in the air.
