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