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Chris Ledoux

Genres: Country

The Bull Rider Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

I was sittin' in a bar-room one rainy afternoon 

Tellin' stories about rodeo and listening to a tune 

Rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town 

So Bill took our names and put our entries down 

 

I went to the office the next day to see 

What bareback horse I had and pay me fees 

I looked on the list but my name wasn't found 

I thought Bill might have forgot to put me down 

 

I looked on the board and I happened to find 

My name was on another list I was in the bull ridin' 

My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat 

And I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office steps 

 

Well I may be a fool but a coward I'm not 

So I borrowed a bull rope with a bell in the knot 

I walked in the arena with them other bull ridin' fools 

And walked down to the chutes and found my bull 

 

Then I put my rope in the middle of his back 

And had some cowboy pull out the slack 

And then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back and said 

"Boy's open the 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 was red 

He bailed out of there with a big snort and beller 

And something inside of me told me I was yeller 

 

Well the dust and hairs and flies from off his hump 

It whisk to 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 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 flang me down in a great big heap 

And right in the middle of me he did leap 

 

With his feet on my belly standin' in place 

That dirty old bull blew snot in my face 

So them damned old bulls 

You can run 'em in a chute 

 

And put your ropes on them big galoots 

But the closest you're gonna find me 

To their stinkin' hair 

Is to help some other fool get flung in the air 

 

Boy, next time I see Bill 

I'm gonna break his dang neck 

Enter me in the bull ridin' 

Shoot I think I'll enter him in the barrel racing 

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