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You made a few bucks in a show down in Texas |
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You rode the train north threw the sand and the sage |
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It took all you had to make entry in Denver |
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A cheap hotel room like a cat in a cage |
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But you hit a good lick when you won the bull doggin' |
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Marked eighty points on that old Brahma bull |
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The entry fees high up in Utah they tell me |
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But your going there with a back pocket full |
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Get out while you can hoss there ain't nothin' to it |
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Some ornerya old broncs gonna lame you for life |
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It got in your blood so you just gotta do it |
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The rodeo trails gonna widder your wife |
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You drew an old nag that looked easy in Utah |
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But he had a temper as bad as his looks |
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His high divin' twist was the worst ever you saw |
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But all that you took was one for the book |
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Now ten days have past your feeling much better |
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Your bad leg still hurts but your thinkin' bout home |
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You use your last buck to mail her a letter |
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Says honey my last one is in San Anton |
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Get out while you can... |
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Get out while you can hoss there ain't nothin' to it |
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The rodeo trails gonna widder your wife |
