| There was a bull named Bucky
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| It seemed he ran out of lucky
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| You see Bucky
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| Didn’t wanna buck
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| That was a problem you see
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| Cause he was on his way to Tallahassee
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| The main attraction
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| At the tri-county rodeo
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| He dazzled 'em from Dallas to Dakota
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| Into the air he’d throw ya
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| And if you’d stay on his back
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| You’d win the gold
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| He had quite a reputation
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| A tornado of devastation
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| But he was mellowing now
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| As he was growing old
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| Still you’d hear ‘em say…
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| Step right in, step right up
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| Come see Bucky the bucking bull buck
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| He’s a mean hombre, with big scary horns
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| Many mamas curse the day he was born
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| Come on in and get your ticket here
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| Your safe in the stands, you got nothing to fear
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| Watch the cowboys test their luck
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| See if they got the right stuff
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| Watch Bucky the bucking bull buck
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| He arrived at the rodeo around ten
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| He had a star trailer to lay in
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| And around him he saw the other bulls
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| Warning up
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| They loaded him into the chute
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| His rope not to tight, not too loose
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| And a rookie named Garret
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| Climbed upon his back
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| It became the same old routine
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| He had seen it all
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| There was no thrill it seemed
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| The dream had died long ago
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| But still you’d hear ‘em say
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| The cowboy nodded his head and said «Let ‘er rip!»
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| The chute gate opened and they moved out quick
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| But Bucky hardly bucked and the cowboy cursed
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| «Come on now, give me your worst!»
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| There was such passion in the young man’s voice
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| Bucky came alive, well he had no choice
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| He said «okay cowboy, buckle in
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| Were gonna dance
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| Were gonna dance
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| Hang on to your pants!
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| And now you hear ‘em say
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| The cowboy nodded his head and said «Let ‘er rip!»
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| The chute gate opened and they moved out quick
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| But Bucky hardly bucked and the cowboy cursed
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| «Come on now, give me your worst!» |