Comes a time in each cowboys existence
when he feels like the sky is the limit
Well that time came for me and from what I could see
there just wasn't a cloud that could dim it
My plan it was foolishly simple
first the jack pots then the big Rodeos
I'd move up them ranks like a blitzkrieg'n tank
It's for certain I'd win all the shows'
So I practiced on steers in the round pen
rigged a barrel up out in the yard
And I knew this here gent, had a bull, said he'd rent
so I topped him, It wasn't that hard
When the rodeo came up in Emery
just a small town local affair
Well I paid my fee cuz' it were plain to me
I could ride anything that wore hair
Most the bronc' riders tried to ignore me
as I showed off in my new spurs and hat
I made it quite clear to anyone with an ear
that the Bull Ridin' was where it was at
When they finally got done with the kids stuff
and the stock boss he showed me my draw
Well I climbed in the chute and said ain't he a beaut
then I laughed and I spit out my chaw
I nodded on down to the gate man
who was standin' there glarin' at me
and I said with a shout OK girls turn him out
It's a 90 point ride you'll soon see
That bull he blew right past the gate man
then he leaped in the air way up high
I lasted one jump then my butt hit his rump
and he launched me straight up in the sky
I waived down at the kids in the grandstands
did a flip then a Louganis twist
the air was so thin, the jet stream I was in
twas the earth at that time that I missed
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