I was sitting in a bar room one rainy afternoon
telling stories about rodeo and listening to a tune.
The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town,
so Bill took our names and put our entries down.
I went to the office the next day to see
what bareback horse I had and to pay my 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 riding.
My knees began to knock and my face began to
sweat and I heaved and gagged on the rodeo
off the steps.
Well I may be a fool,
but a coward I'm not,
so I borrowed a bull rope with a bell in the
knob.
I walked into the arena with them other bull
riding fools and walked down the chutes and
found my bull.
Then I put my rope in the middle of his back
and had some cowboy pull out the slack and
then I wrapped the tail around my hounded back and said,
boys,
open the gate,
just a
little bitty crack.
Well a bull hit the gate with his head and
I could see over his hump that his eyes was
red and he bailed out of there with a big snort and a
batter and something inside me told me I was yellow.
Well the dust and hair and flies from off his hump,
it whizzed 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 he made one more
turn and as the rope slid through my hand it
sure did burn.
He flanged me down in a great big heap
and right in the middle of me he did leap.
With a speed on my belly and standing in place,
that dirty old bull blew snot in my face.
So them damned old bulls,
you can run them in a chute and put your ropes on them big galoots,
but the closest you're gonna find me to their
stinking hair is to help some other fool get
flung in the air.
Boy,
next time I see Bill I'm gonna break his dang neck,
enter me in
the bull riding with him.
Well shoot,
I think I'll enter him in the barrel racing or something.