I drew the bull named Chuckles:
That does it, now I'm dead.
He always sends your buckles
High above your head,
And when you finally hit the ground,
Tryin' not to splatter,
If you don't see a clown around
It's not a laughin' matter.
I usually don't sound gloomy
'Bout my ridin' skills
But last time that he threw me
I had lots'a doctor bills,
So when they start to introduce
The bull that I can't steer,
I'll know it's almost time to use
My cowboy landin' gear.
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