Mahan, and Hawkeye, and Freckles, and Gay-
Each of them made the Pro Rodeo pay.
Consistent "eight seconds" though oft riding hurt-
My average was six, and a mouthful of dirt.
I bucked off in Denver, then in Santa Fe-
Then at the Cow Palace, one cold, foggy day.
If it wasn't buttoned, I'd sure lose my shirt,
From riding six seconds, then biting the dirt.
I almost rode "Satan", a big, rangy bay-
Known as a "good draw" back in those days.
I was lookin' real good until I lost a stir'p-
I stayed with him seven, then plowed up the dirt.
I gave it my best shot, but I couldn't win-
I'd draw a "sunfisher", or bull that would spin.
I hung my saddle, although it shore hurt-
I was fed up with "sixes", and plumb full of dirt.