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Since I saw that rodeo in 1965 |
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I had to try to be the greatest bareback rider alive |
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I went and did some practicing on pa's old ropin' mare |
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And I thought I'd take that bronc I'd drawed |
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And really part it's hair |
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When they opened up the gate he did a double flip |
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Half way through the second one is when I lost my grip |
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I hooked my spurs into the dees and hung with all my might |
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I held my breath he chinned the moon |
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And sucked back to the right |
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My boots came off and went asailin' right up in the stands |
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My belt it broke and shattered my watch I lost my wedding band |
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I scattered all my cigarettes my shirt ripped down the back. |
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I sure was gettin' dizzy and I thought my neck would crack |
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I rode him several jumps with both hands high up in the air |
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He jumped into an old light pole we parted company there |
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I landed in some muddy slop he stomped right through my side, |
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I knew he busted all my ribs and made me wanna die |
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Nothin' ever busted me like that old pony ride |
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I couldn't seem to catch my breath I couldn't seem to hide |
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I hobbled back barefooted just a searchin' for my pride |
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And I just couldn't believe my achin' ears |
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When the announcer said RE-RIDE RE-RIDE RE-RIDE |
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I've had enough for 20 men and he calls up RE-RIDE |
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RE-RIDE RE-RIDE |
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You'd think he got me good enough they give him one more try |
