Bad Brahma Bull Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' U 

At forty a month a plum good buckaroo 

Well, the boss comes around and he says, hey my lad 

Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad 

You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break 

But I'll buy you a ticket and I'll give you a stake 

At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain't slow 

And you might do some good at the big rodeo 

While they're puttin' the bull in the chute 

I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots 

I looks that bull over and to my surprise 

Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eyes 

On top of his shoulders, he's got a big hump 

[Incomprehensible] 

I lands in his middle and I lets out a scream 

He comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream 

Well, he jumps to the left and he lands towards the right 

But I ain't no green horn, I'm still sittin' tight 

The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin 

He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin 

At sunnin' his belly, he couldn't be beat 

He's a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet 

He's a dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt 

He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt 

He's a snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes 

He's a buckin' and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose 

The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull 

Well, he needed no help but I had my hands full 

Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind 

My head went poppin', I sorta went blind 

He starts in high divin', I lets out a groan 

We went up together but he come back alone 

Up high I turns over and below I can see 

He's a pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me 

I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood 

Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good 

I notices somethin' don't seem can be true 

But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U 

When I landed, he charged but I got enough sense 

So I ran that old bull to the hole in the fence 

I dives through that hole and I want you to know 

I ain't goin' back to no big rodeo 

At a straddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through 

I'm sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U