| He was just a hometown cowboy his belly kind of fat
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| Acme boots up on his feet and a big U-roll-it hat
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| He entered in the bull riding he did it on a dare
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| To please his little sweetheart with the long blond hair
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| He borrowed himself a bull rope spurs and a riding glove
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| To prove he was no coward to the girl he loved
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| His bull was standing in the chute his girl was in the stands
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| Wating to hear the name of her brave young man
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| He climed down on the back of that big ol' Bramer bull
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| One of the veteran cowboys came and gave his rope a pull
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| Someone said are you ready boy he said I guess I am The bull jumped out and turned back and flung him to the sand
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| The hometown girl had watched it all and wasn’t to impressed
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| She started looking around for a real man from the west
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| She looked around the arena and standin' by the fence
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| Was a tallean cowboy with a big black hat and tight fittin Levi pants
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| It was Jim a fine young cowboy he rode Broncs and Bramer bulls
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| He rodeo them quite consistently so his pockets were always full
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| Somehow he happened to glance up in the stands
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| And he saw that pretty blond haired girl as she was watching him
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| Meanwhile the hometown cowboy was back behind the chute
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| Dabbing blood off his nose and dumpin' sand from his boots
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| He got himself together wiped some manure off his shirt
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| He knew his girl would sloothe him cause he was darn sure hurt
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| He saw his blood haired girlfriend as he rounded the main grandstand
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| And his poor heart sank as he saw her leaving with another man
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| So boys if you don’t rodeo leave well enough alone
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| And don’t take your girl to the pitching cause you may not take her home |