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Another Rodeo
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Another Rodeo |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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He had a Runnin' W brand, Burned on his woolly flank. Blunted horns, a brindle hide, A name for being rank. Drawn four times this season, I had yet to make a ride. I think that I would turn him out, If it wasn't for my pride. My pride cost me a marriage, And a lot of "might have beens". I'd lose my nose to spite my face, I haven't any sense. Forty-five is too blamed old, To follow rodeo... But what's a fellow gonna do? It's the only life I know. So I will drop my riggin', Just behind his hairy hump. Pull my rope, and take my wrap, And spur him every jump. Yank my wrap, and take a bow- When I hear that buzzer go- And drive that beat-up truck of mine To another rodeo. |
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Paul Wilson
since 2002-07-07
Posts 4711United States |
Gunslinger... Enjoyed...Paul Chasing that gold buckle on to the next show don't be late. Put on your gear again hoping you can hold on for eight. " To share my poems with you is to share my heart with you " |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
That's a pretty rough way to travel now John. Stay away from those bucking 18 wheelers, cowboy.  |
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