| I was snappin out broncs at the Old Flyin' U
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| At fourty a month a plum good buckaroo
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| Well, the boss comes around and he says
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| «Hey, my lad, well you look pretty good ridin' horses that’s bad.»
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| You see, I ain’t got no more outlaws to break
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| But I’ll buy you a ticket and I’ll give you a stake
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| At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain’t slow
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| And you might do some good at the big rodeo
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| While they’re puttin' the bull in the chute
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| I’m a strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots
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| I looks that bull over and to my suprise
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| Well, he’s a foot and a half in between his two eyes
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| On top of his shoulders he’s got a big hump
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| I cinch’s my riggin' just back of that lump
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| I latch in his middle and I lets out a scream
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| He comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream
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| Well he jumps to the left and he lands towards the right
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| But I ain’t no green horn — I’m still sittin' tight
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| The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin
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| He’s a wavin' them horns right under my chin
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| At sunnin' his belly he couldn’t be beat
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| He’s showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
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| He’s a dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt
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| He’s a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt
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| He’s snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes
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| He’s a buckin' and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose
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| The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull
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| Well, he needed no help, but I had my hands full
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| Then he went to fence rowin' and a weavin behind
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| My head went poppin' - I sorta went blind
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| He starts in high divin' - I lets out a groan
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| We went up together, but he come back alone
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| Up high I turns over and below I can see
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| He’s a pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me
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| I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood
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| Sayin', «Here lies a twister who thought he was good.»
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| I notice this somethin' don’t seem can be true
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| But the brand on his hip was a big Flyin' U
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| When I landed he charged, but I got enough sense
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| So I ran that old bull to the hole in the fence
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| I dives through that hole and I want you to know
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| I ain’t goin' back to no big rodeo
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| At a straddlin' them brahmas you can bet I’m all through
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| I’m sore footin' it back to the old Flyin' U |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Brahma Bull , by - Chris Ledoux. Song from the album Sing Me A Song Mr. Rodeo Man, in the genre Поп