| I’ve rode lots of horses and I’ve won a few shows
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| Ridin' broncs at the big old rodeos
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| But the dang-dest contraption that I’ve ever seen
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| Is that bucket of bots called a buckin' machine
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| The kids they were all lined up to give the thing a go
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| And when I first saw it Lord it looked pretty slow
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| It jumped and it kicked then it turned back a twirled
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| Then I got to thinking I’ll give it a whirl
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| So I pushed through the crowd and I talked to the man
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| Who had invented this here modified garbage can
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| I said I’m a twister and one of the best
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| I’m a wolf of the world boys I must confess
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| Ill bet you a hundred I said with a grin I’ll spur it so hard its sides will
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| cave in
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| And the bolts and the screws that hold the dang thing together
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| Will fall down inside it there and short out its motor
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| Well the man he said son I’ll take that bet
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| And I won’t turn it till you think that you’re set
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| So I got my riggin' and I cinched it on down
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| Then I said to old Sam go ahead and turn it on
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| Well it rattled and it groaned, then it started to move
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| I spurred it every jump, and, Lord, it felt mighty smooth
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| The foam rubber was a flyin' right off of its old neck
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| And the tin underneath it was startin' to crack
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| I looked at the man and I started to say
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| I’ll win me that hundred fore the end of the day
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| Then he grabbed a big ol' lever with a little sly grin
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| Jammed it up to high gear and locked it right on in
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| With a snatch and a jerk and a sharp stabbin' pain
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| I felt like a hobo tied to an old freight train
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| My head it went to poppin' and I saw all the starts
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| The Big Dipper the Milky Way and the planet they call Mars
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| The next thing I knew I was right there on the ground
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| Just about thirty feet away from that laughin' crowd
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| So I payed up my hundred and I limped on away
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| And the words the man I still remember today
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| So you’re a wolf of the world and a real tough twister
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| Well listen real close to some good advise Mister
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| Keep a ridin' them old broncs if you’re still feeling mean
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| But you’d better keep clear of Sam’s buckin' machine |