Bull Rider - Chris Ledoux

i was sittin' the a barroom one rainy afternoon, tellin' stories about rodeo and listening to a tune, the rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town, so bill took our names ane 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, i 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 were 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 come off his hump, it whisp 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, 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 galloots, but the closest you're gonna find me to their stinkin' hair, is to help some other fool get flug in the air, boy the 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