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I was sittin' in a bar room one rainy afternoon
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Tellin' stories about a rodeo and listenin' to a tune
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The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town
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So Bill took our names and put our entries down
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I went to the rodeo office the next day to see
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What bareback horse I had and to pay my fees
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I looked across the list but my name wasn't to be found
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I thought Bill just might have forgot to put me down
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I looked across the board and I happened to find
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My name was on another list I was in the bull ridin'
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My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat
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And I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office step
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Well I may be a fool but a coward I'm not
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So I borrowed myself a bull rope with a bell in the knot
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I walked into the arena with them other bull ridin' fools
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I walked down the chutes and finally found my bull
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Then I put my rope in the middle of his back
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And had some cowboy pull up the slack
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Then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back
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And said boys open that gate just a little bitty crack
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Well the bull hit the gate with his head
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And I could see over his hump that his eyes were red
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He bailed out of there with a big snort and beller
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And something inside me told me I was yeller
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Well the dust and hair and flies from off of his hump
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Did wisk to my nose as he made another jump
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And the stink of it all was more than I could stand
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So I jerked my wrap and opened up my hand
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Well he jumped in the air and he made one more turn
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And as the rope slid through my hand it sure did burn
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He flung me down in a great big heap
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Then right in the middle of me he did leap
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With his feet in my belly a standin' in place
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That dirty filthy old bull blew snot in my face
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So them damned old bulls you can run'em in a chute
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And put your ropes on them big galloots
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But the closest you're gonna find me to their stinkin' hair
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Is to help some other fool get flung in the air