Bad Brahma Bull 歌词
| 歌曲 | Bad Brahma Bull |
| 歌手 | Chris LeDoux |
| 专辑 | Old Cowboy Classics |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fletcher | |
| I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' U | |
| At forty a month a plum good buckaroo | |
| Well, the boss comes around and he says, hey my lad | |
| Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad | |
| You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break | |
| But I'll buy you a ticket and I'll give you a stake | |
| At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain't slow | |
| And you might do some good at the big rodeo | |
| While they're puttin' the bull in the chute | |
| I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots | |
| I looks that bull over and to my surprise | |
| Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eyes | |
| On top of his shoulders, he's got a big hump | |
| [Incomprehensible] | |
| I lands in his middle and I lets out a scream | |
| He comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream | |
| Well, he jumps to the left and he lands towards the right | |
| But I ain't no green horn, I'm still sittin' tight | |
| The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin | |
| He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin | |
| At sunnin' his belly, he couldn't be beat | |
| He's a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet | |
| He's a dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt | |
| He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt | |
| He's a snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes | |
| He's a buckin' and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose | |
| The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull | |
| Well, he needed no help but I had my hands full | |
| Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind | |
| My head went poppin', I sorta went blind | |
| He starts in high divin', I lets out a groan | |
| We went up together but he come back alone | |
| Up high I turns over and below I can see | |
| He's a pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me | |
| I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood | |
| Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good | |
| I notices somethin' don't seem can be true | |
| But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U | |
| When I landed, he charged but I got enough sense | |
| So I ran that old bull to the hole in the fence | |
| I dives through that hole and I want you to know | |
| I ain't goin' back to no big rodeo | |
| At a straddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through | |
| I'm sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U |
| zuo ci : Fletcher | |
| I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' U | |
| At forty a month a plum good buckaroo | |
| Well, the boss comes around and he says, hey my lad | |
| Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that' s bad | |
| You see, I ain' t got no more outlaws to break | |
| But I' ll buy you a ticket and I' ll give you a stake | |
| At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain' t slow | |
| And you might do some good at the big rodeo | |
| While they' re puttin' the bull in the chute | |
| I' m strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots | |
| I looks that bull over and to my surprise | |
| Well, he' s a foot and a half in between his two eyes | |
| On top of his shoulders, he' s got a big hump | |
| Incomprehensible | |
| I lands in his middle and I lets out a scream | |
| He comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream | |
| Well, he jumps to the left and he lands towards the right | |
| But I ain' t no green horn, I' m still sittin' tight | |
| The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin | |
| He' s a wavin' them horns right under my chin | |
| At sunnin' his belly, he couldn' t be beat | |
| He' s a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet | |
| He' s a dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt | |
| He' s a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt | |
| He' s a snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes | |
| He' s a buckin' and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose | |
| The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull | |
| Well, he needed no help but I had my hands full | |
| Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind | |
| My head went poppin', I sorta went blind | |
| He starts in high divin', I lets out a groan | |
| We went up together but he come back alone | |
| Up high I turns over and below I can see | |
| He' s a pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me | |
| I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood | |
| Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good | |
| I notices somethin' don' t seem can be true | |
| But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U | |
| When I landed, he charged but I got enough sense | |
| So I ran that old bull to the hole in the fence | |
| I dives through that hole and I want you to know | |
| I ain' t goin' back to no big rodeo | |
| At a straddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I' m all through | |
| I' m sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U |
| zuò cí : Fletcher | |
| I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' U | |
| At forty a month a plum good buckaroo | |
| Well, the boss comes around and he says, hey my lad | |
| Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that' s bad | |
| You see, I ain' t got no more outlaws to break | |
| But I' ll buy you a ticket and I' ll give you a stake | |
| At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain' t slow | |
| And you might do some good at the big rodeo | |
| While they' re puttin' the bull in the chute | |
| I' m strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots | |
| I looks that bull over and to my surprise | |
| Well, he' s a foot and a half in between his two eyes | |
| On top of his shoulders, he' s got a big hump | |
| Incomprehensible | |
| I lands in his middle and I lets out a scream | |
| He comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream | |
| Well, he jumps to the left and he lands towards the right | |
| But I ain' t no green horn, I' m still sittin' tight | |
| The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin | |
| He' s a wavin' them horns right under my chin | |
| At sunnin' his belly, he couldn' t be beat | |
| He' s a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet | |
| He' s a dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt | |
| He' s a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt | |
| He' s a snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes | |
| He' s a buckin' and a bawlin' and a blowin' his nose | |
| The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull | |
| Well, he needed no help but I had my hands full | |
| Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind | |
| My head went poppin', I sorta went blind | |
| He starts in high divin', I lets out a groan | |
| We went up together but he come back alone | |
| Up high I turns over and below I can see | |
| He' s a pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me | |
| I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood | |
| Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good | |
| I notices somethin' don' t seem can be true | |
| But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U | |
| When I landed, he charged but I got enough sense | |
| So I ran that old bull to the hole in the fence | |
| I dives through that hole and I want you to know | |
| I ain' t goin' back to no big rodeo | |
| At a straddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I' m all through | |
| I' m sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U |
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