He was just a hometown cowboy,
his belly kind of fat
Acne boots up on his feet and a big U-rollette hat
He was entered in the bull riding,
he did it on a dare
To please his little sweetheart with the long blonde hair
He borrowed himself a bull rope,
spurs and a riding glove To prove he
was no coward to the girl he loved
His bull was standing in the chute,
his girl was in the stands Awaiting to
hear the name of her brave young man
He
climbed down on the back of that big old
Bramble bull And one of the veteran cowboys
came and gave his rope a pull Someone said,
are you ready boy?
He said,
I guess I am Oh well,
the bull jumped out and turned back
and flung him to the sand Well,
the blonde haired girl had watched
it all and she wasn't too impressed So
she started looking around for a real man
from the west She looked around the arena and standing by
the fence Was a tall cowboy with a big black hat and
tight fitting Levi pants Well,
it was Jim,
a fine young cowboy,
he
rode Bronx and Bramble bulls He rode
them quite consistently so his pockets
were always full Somehow he happened to glance up in the stands
And he saw that pretty little blonde
haired girl as she was watching him
Meanwhile that hometown cowboy,
he was back behind the chutes
Dobbing blood off his nose and dumping sand from his boots
He got himself together,
wiped some manure off his shirt
He knew his girl would soothe him,
cause he was darn sure her
Well,
he saw his blonde haired girlfriend as he rounded the main grandstand
And his poor heart sank as he saw her leaving with another man
So boys,
if you don't rodeo,
leave well enough alone
And don't take your girl to the pitching,
cause you may not take her home