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The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux
[D]I was sittin' in bar room one [G]rainy afternoon
Tellin' [A]stories about rodeo and [D]listening to a tune
The rodeo starts tomorrow in this [G]one horse town
So [A]Joe (or name of your choice) took our names and [D]put our entries down.
I went to the office the [G]next day to see
What [A]bareback horse I had and to p[D]ay my fees.
I looked on the list but my [G]name wasn't found
I thought [A]Joe might of forgot to [D]put me down.
Well, I looked on the board and [G]I happened to find,
My [A]name was on another list, I [D]was in the Bull Riding.
My knees began to knock and my [G]face began to sweat,
Then I [A]heaved and gagged on the [D]rodeo office steps.
Well, I may be a fool but a [G]coward I'm not,
So I [A]borrowed a bull rope with a [D]bell in the knot.
I walked in the arena with them [G]other bullridin' fools,
Walked [A]down the chutes, and [D]found my bull.
Then I put my rope in the [G]middle of his back,
Then [D]had some cowboy [G]pull up the slack,
Then I [D]wrapped the tail around my [G]hand and back,
And said "[A]Boys, open the gate just a [D]little bitty crack!".
Well, the bull hit the gate[G] with his head
And I could [A]see over his hump that his [D]eyes was red.
He bailed outta there with a big[G] snort and a beller'
And [A]somethin' inside me told [D]me I was yeller'
The dust and hair and [G]flies from off his hump,
Did [A]whisk to my nose as he [D]made another jump.
And the stink of it all was more[G] than I could stand,
So I [A]jerked my wrap, and [D]opened my hand.
Well, he jumped through air as he [G]made one more turn,
That [A]rope slid through my hand it [D]sure did burn.
He flang me down in a [G]great big heap,
And [A]right in the middle of me [D]he did leap.
D(strum once) G(strum once)
With his feet on my belly, standing in place,
A(strum once) D(strum once)
That dirty ole' bull, blew snot in my face.
Well, them [D]danged ole bulls you can [G]run 'em the chutes,
[D]Put your ropes on them [G]big gallutes,
But the [D]closest your gonna find me to their [G]stinkin' hair,
Is to [A]help some other fool get [D]flung in the air.[A][D]
MIME-version: 1.0
The Bull Rider by Chris LeDoux
[D]I was sittin' in bar room one [G]rainy afternoon
Tellin' [A]stories about rodeo and [D]listening to a tune
The rodeo starts tomorrow in this [G]one horse town
So [A]Joe (or name of your choice) took our names and [D]put our entries down.
I went to the office the [G]next day to see
What [A]bareback horse I had and to p[D]ay my fees.
I looked on the list but my [G]name wasn't found
I thought [A]Joe might of forgot to [D]put me down.
Well, I looked on the board and [G]I happened to find,
My [A]name was on another list, I [D]was in the Bull Riding.
My knees began to knock and my [G]face began to sweat,
Then I [A]heaved and gagged on the [D]rodeo office steps.
Well, I may be a fool but a [G]coward I'm not,
So I [A]borrowed a bull rope with a [D]bell in the knot.
I walked in the arena with them [G]other bullridin' fools,
Walked [A]down the chutes, and [D]found my bull.
Then I put my rope in the [G]middle of his back,
Then [D]had some cowboy [G]pull up the slack,
Then I [D]wrapped the tail around my [G]hand and back,
And said "[A]Boys, open the gate just a [D]little bitty crack!".
Well, the bull hit the gate[G] with his head
And I could [A]see over his hump that his [D]eyes was red.
He bailed outta there with a big[G] snort and a beller'
And [A]somethin' inside me told [D]me I was yeller'
The dust and hair and [G]flies from off his hump,
Did [A]whisk to my nose as he [D]made another jump.
And the stink of it all was more[G] than I could stand,
So I [A]jerked my wrap, and [D]opened my hand.
Well, he jumped through air as he [G]made one more turn,
That [A]rope slid through my hand it [D]sure did burn.
He flang me down in a [G]great big heap,
And [A]right in the middle of me [D]he did leap.
D(strum once) G(strum once)
With his feet on my belly, standing in place,
A(strum once) D(strum once)
That dirty ole' bull, blew snot in my face.
Well, them [D]danged ole bulls you can [G]run 'em the chutes,
[D]Put your ropes on them [G]big gallutes,
But the [D]closest your gonna find me to their [G]stinkin' hair,
Is to [A]help some other fool get [D]flung in the air.[A][D]
