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# Date: Thu, 28 Dec 1995 08:23:29 -0600 From: Ken Keefover <ken@visicom.com> Subject: The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux X-Sender: ken@jude.visicom.com Resent-to: ~riggv@ttacs.ttu.edu To: G.Vaughn@ttacs.ttu.edu MIME-version: 1.0 The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux
DI was sittin' in bar room one Grainy afternoon Tellin' Astories about rodeo and Dlistening to a tune The rodeo starts tomorrow in this Gone horse town So AJoe (or name of your choice) took our names and Dput our entries down. I went to the office the Gnext day to see What Abareback horse I had and to pDay my fees. I looked on the list but my Gname wasn't found I thought AJoe might of forgot to Dput me down. Well, I looked on the board and GI happened to find, My Aname was on another list, I Dwas in the Bull Riding. My knees began to knock and my Gface began to sweat, Then I Aheaved and gagged on the Drodeo office steps. Well, I may be a fool but a Gcoward I'm not, So I Aborrowed a bull rope with a Dbell in the knot. I walked in the arena with them Gother bullridin' fools, Walked Adown the chutes, and Dfound my bull. Then I put my rope in the Gmiddle of his back, Then Dhad some cowboy Gpull up the slack, Then I Dwrapped the tail around my Ghand and back, And said &Aquot;Boys, open the gate juDst a little bitty crack!". Well, the bull hit the gateG with his head And I could Asee over his hump that his Deyes was red. He bailed outta there with a bigG snort and a beller' And Asomethin' inside me told Dme I was yeller' The dust and hair and Gflies from off his hump, Did Awhisk to my nose as he Dmade another jump. And the stink of it all was moreG than I could stand, So I Ajerked my wrap, and Dopened my hand. Well, he jumped through air as he Gmade one more turn, That Arope slid through my hand it Dsure did burn. He flang me down in a Ggreat big heap, And Aright in the middle of me Dhe 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. Well, them Ddanged ole bulls you can Grun 'em the chutes, DPut your ropes on them Gbig gallutes, But the Dclosest your gonna find me to their Gstinkin' hair, Is to Ahelp some other fool get Dflung in the air. A D