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As he climbed in the chute, the crowd held it's breath: |
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He was seconds from glory or moments from death. |
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They knew with this bull, it could go either way. |
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He said: "Let her go boys, an' pray." |
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He hung on for eight but he couldn't get loose: |
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That's when a clown they call Crazy came to his rescue. |
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When the dust finally settled, they both walked away. |
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Yeah, they became best of friends that day. |
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The cowboy an' clown, close as two brothers. |
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Chips up or down, they could count on each other. |
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Buckles an' beers, winnin' an' losin': |
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Laughter an' tears, broken hearts an' bruises. |
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They lived for the next final round: |
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The cowboy an' clown. |
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From Denver to Dallas, to the Calgary Stampede: |
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They took all those towns, an' a few in between. |
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But it ernded one night, in a West Texas town: |
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The bulls either got faster, or ol' Crazy slowed down. |
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Five hundred pick-ups, lights on, drivin' slow. |
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A tent on the hill at the end of the road. |
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When the last Bible closed, one cowboy stayed. |
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He said: "Let her go boys, and pray." |
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The cowboy an' clown, close as two brothers. |
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Chips up or down, they could count on each other. |
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Buckles an' beers, winnin' an' losin': |
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Laughter an' tears, broken hearts an' bruises. |
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They lived for the next final round: |
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The cowboy an' clown. |
