The Ballad Of Bull Ramos Lyrics - Beat The Champ - Mountain Goats

Drive a great big truck 

When I'm old, when I'm old 

Haul the wrecks down to the wreck yard 

Help the boys unload 

Keep my hair nice and long 

Because I can, because I can 

Any of my old friends who have no place to turn to 

They know to call me any time they come through 

Never die, never die 

Stand with a bullwhip in my hand 

And rise, rise 

In the desert sand 

Work days, work nights 

Finally get laid up 

By a piece of broken glass 

On the floor of the shop 

And the doctor recognizes me 

As the operating theater goes dim 

Aren't you that old wrestler with the bullwhip? 

Yes sir, that's me, I'm him 

Get around fine on one leg 

Lose a kidney, then go blind 

Sit on my porch in Houston 

Let the good times dance across my mind