Bad Brahma Bull - Chris Ledoux

I was snappin out broncs at the Old Flyin' U

At fourty 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 a strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots

I looks that bull over and to my suprise

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

On top of his shoulders he’s got a big hump

I cinch’s my riggin' just back of that lump

I latch 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 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 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 went to fence rowin' and a 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 notice this 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