Chisum - Chris Ledoux

The blood on my sheets has soaked through the bandage

that they wrapped around the stitches in my side

These old country doctors have come to expect it

from the cowboys that come here once a year to ride

Now starin' at the ceiling I’m trying to get my senses

but I can’t recall too much of yesterday

except for some cussin' at that bull we call chisum

as they turned us out of chute number 3

Chisum, Chisum you’re a big bad son of a gun

Your hide is tough and it’s been scarred

Where spurs have dug in deep but never hung

Chisum you’re the only reason that I keep on riding

And I’ll ride you before my ridin’s done

Someone’s brought in the paper and I’m starin' unbelievin'

At the story that’s laid out before my eyes

It talks about you chisum how they brought you up from Texas

And the cowboy that made a valiant 7 second ride

It mentions how you broke your leg when we went down together

And it talks about your horn in my side

But it’s goin' on to say how they had to put you away

But it don’t tell about these tears in my eyes

Chisum Chisum I love you you son of a gun

Your hide was tough and it was scarred

Where my spurs had dug in deep but never hung

Chisum I tell you my ridin' days are done

cause after you theres nothing left to ride