Bucking Machine

I've rode lots of horses and I've won a few shows



Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos



But the dang-dest contraption that I've ever seen



Is that bucket of bots called a buckin' machine



The kids they were all lined up to give the thing a go



And when I first saw it Lord it looked pretty slow



It jumped and it kicked then it turned back a twirled



Then I got to thinking I'll give it a whirl



So I pushed through the crowd and I talked to the man



Who had invented this here modified garbage can



I said I'm a twister and one of the best



I'm a wolf of the world boys I must confess



Ill bet you a hundred I said with a grin I'll spur

it so hard its sides will cave in



And the bolts and the screws that hold the dang thing together



Will fall down inside it there and short out its motor



Well the man he said son I'll take that bet



And I won't turn it till you think that you're set



So I got my riggin' and I cinched it on down



Then I said to old Sam go ahead and turn it on



Well it rattled and it groaned, then it started to move



I spurred it every jump, and, Lord, it felt mighty smooth



The foam rubber was a flyin' right off of its old neck



And the tin underneath it was startin' to crack



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I looked at the man and I started to say



I'll win me that hundred fore the end of the day



Then he grabbed a big ol' lever with a little sly grin



Jammed it up to high gear and locked it right on in



With a snatch and a jerk and a sharp stabbin' pain



I felt like a hobo tied to an old freight train



My head it went to poppin' and I saw all the starts



The Big Dipper the Milky Way and the planet they call Mars



The next thing I knew I was right there on the ground



Just about thirty feet away from that laughin' crowd



So I payed up my hundred and I limped on away



And the words the man I still remember today



So you're a wolf of the world and a real tough twister



Well listen real close to some good advise Mister



Keep a ridin' them old broncs if you're still feeling mean



But you'd better keep clear of Sam's buckin' machine