The Bullrider- Chris Ledoux

I was sittin' in a bar room one rainy afternoon
Tellin' stories about rodeo and listenin' to a tune
The rodeo starts tommorow in this one horse town
So Bill took our names and put our entries down

I went to the rodeo office the next day to see
What bareback horse I had and to pay my fees
I looked across the list but my name wasn't to be found
I thought Bill just might have forgot to put me down
I looked across the board and just 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 I gagged on the rodeo office steps

Well I may be a fool but a coward I'm not
So I borrowed myself a bull rope with a bell in the knot
I walked into the arena with the other bull ridin fools
I walked down the chutes and finally found my bull

Then I put my rope in the middle of his back
And had some other cowboy pull up the slack
Then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back
And said "Boys open that 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 snort and a beller
And something inside me told me I was yeller
Well the dust and flies flew off of his hump
And into 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 up my hand
Well he jumped in the air and made one more turn
And as the rope slid through my hand it sure did burn
He flung me down in a great big heap
Then right in the middle of me he did leap
With his feet in my belly standin' in place
That dirty filthy bull blew snot in my face

So them damned ole bulls you can run 'em in a chute
Put your ropes on them big galoots
But the closest your gonna find me to their stinkin' hair
Is to help some other fool get flung in the air