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