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He's been hung up and stepped on and out-drawed and reduced to tears |
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He's done his best thinkin' with his hand in the riggin' for years |
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He's got an old trophy saddle he won back in '75 |
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He's gettin' too old to travel, he's lucky he's even alive |
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Well he's a buckin' horse rider and he likes 'em a little wilder than most |
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And you can tell just by lookin' though he'd be the last one to boast |
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Unless he's been drinkin' but hell he's been dry now for months |
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He's a buckin' horse rider, he won down in Pendleton once |
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He's rode Moonshine and Three Bars and Hatrack and Kesler's whole string |
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There ain't a sound he likes better than hearin' them silver spurs ring |
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The squeak of the resin and leather and the thump of the hooves |
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He's a buckin' horse rider and today he's got nothing to lose |
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Well, he's a buckin' horse rider and he likes 'em a little wilder than most |
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And you can tell just by lookin' though he'd be the last one to boast |
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Unless he's been drinkin' but hell he's been dry now for months |
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He's a buckin' horse rider, he won up to Calgary once |
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Yeah, he's a buckin' horse rider, he even won old Cheyenne once |
