Bad Brahma Bull
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I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' U
At forty a month, a plum good buckaroo
Well, the boss comes around and he says, "Hey, my lad
Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad"
You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break
But I'll buy you a ticket, and I'll give you a stake
At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain't so slow
And you might do some good at the big rodeo
While they're a-puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looked that bull over and to my surprise
Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eyes
On top of his shoulders, he's got a big hump
I cinches my riggin' is just back of that lump
I latches his middle, and I lets out a scream
He comes out with a bellow, and the rest is a dream
Well, he jumps to the left, and he lands towards the right
But I ain't no green horn, I'm still sittin' tight
The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin
At sunnin' his belly, he couldn't be beat
He's a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
He's a-dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt
He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt
He's a-snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes
He's a-buckin' and a-bawlin' and a-blowin' his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull
Well, he needed no help, well I had my hands full
Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind
My head went to poppin', I sorta went blind
He starts in high divin', I lets out a groan
We went up together, but he come back alone
Up high, I turns over, and below I can see
He's a-pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood
Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good
I notices somethin' don't seem can be true
But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U
When I landed, he charged, but I got enough sense
To outrun that old bull to the hole in the fence
I dives through that hole, and I want you to know
I ain't goin' back to no big rodeo
At a -traddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through
I'm sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U
At forty a month, a plum good buckaroo
Well, the boss comes around and he says, "Hey, my lad
Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad"
You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break
But I'll buy you a ticket, and I'll give you a stake
At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain't so slow
And you might do some good at the big rodeo
While they're a-puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looked that bull over and to my surprise
Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eyes
On top of his shoulders, he's got a big hump
I cinches my riggin' is just back of that lump
I latches his middle, and I lets out a scream
He comes out with a bellow, and the rest is a dream
Well, he jumps to the left, and he lands towards the right
But I ain't no green horn, I'm still sittin' tight
The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin
At sunnin' his belly, he couldn't be beat
He's a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
He's a-dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt
He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt
He's a-snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes
He's a-buckin' and a-bawlin' and a-blowin' his nose
The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull
Well, he needed no help, well I had my hands full
Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind
My head went to poppin', I sorta went blind
He starts in high divin', I lets out a groan
We went up together, but he come back alone
Up high, I turns over, and below I can see
He's a-pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood
Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good
I notices somethin' don't seem can be true
But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U
When I landed, he charged, but I got enough sense
To outrun that old bull to the hole in the fence
I dives through that hole, and I want you to know
I ain't goin' back to no big rodeo
At a -traddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through
I'm sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.06] I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' U
[00:11.32] At forty a month, a plum good buckaroo
[00:15.05] Well, the boss comes around and he says, "Hey, my lad
[00:18.93] Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad"
[00:22.82] You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break
[00:26.54] But I'll buy you a ticket, and I'll give you a stake
[00:30.50] At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain't so slow
[00:34.20] And you might do some good at the big rodeo
[00:39.61] While they're a-puttin' the bull in the chute
[00:43.12] I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots
[00:46.83] I looked that bull over and to my surprise
[00:50.69] Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eyes
[00:54.68] On top of his shoulders, he's got a big hump
[00:58.37] I cinches my riggin' is just back of that lump
[01:02.15] I latches his middle, and I lets out a scream
[01:06.10] He comes out with a bellow, and the rest is a dream
[01:10.37]
[01:16.53] Well, he jumps to the left, and he lands towards the right
[01:20.44] But I ain't no green horn, I'm still sittin' tight
[01:24.16] The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin
[01:27.99] He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin
[01:31.98] At sunnin' his belly, he couldn't be beat
[01:35.60] He's a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
[01:39.49] He's a-dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt
[01:43.46] He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt
[01:48.24] He's a-snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes
[01:52.19] He's a-buckin' and a-bawlin' and a-blowin' his nose
[01:56.09] The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull
[01:59.83] Well, he needed no help, well I had my hands full
[02:03.70] Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind
[02:07.76] My head went to poppin', I sorta went blind
[02:11.69] He starts in high divin', I lets out a groan
[02:15.57] We went up together, but he come back alone
[02:19.77]
[02:26.19] Up high, I turns over, and below I can see
[02:30.14] He's a-pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me
[02:33.80] I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood
[02:37.91] Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good
[02:41.99] I notices somethin' don't seem can be true
[02:45.61] But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U
[02:49.62] When I landed, he charged, but I got enough sense
[02:53.30] To outrun that old bull to the hole in the fence
[02:58.43] I dives through that hole, and I want you to know
[03:02.25] I ain't goin' back to no big rodeo
[03:06.20] At a -traddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through
[03:10.02] I'm sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U
[03:14.22]
[00:11.32] At forty a month, a plum good buckaroo
[00:15.05] Well, the boss comes around and he says, "Hey, my lad
[00:18.93] Well, you look pretty good ridin' horses that's bad"
[00:22.82] You see, I ain't got no more outlaws to break
[00:26.54] But I'll buy you a ticket, and I'll give you a stake
[00:30.50] At ridin' them bad ones, well, you ain't so slow
[00:34.20] And you might do some good at the big rodeo
[00:39.61] While they're a-puttin' the bull in the chute
[00:43.12] I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots
[00:46.83] I looked that bull over and to my surprise
[00:50.69] Well, he's a foot and a half in between his two eyes
[00:54.68] On top of his shoulders, he's got a big hump
[00:58.37] I cinches my riggin' is just back of that lump
[01:02.15] I latches his middle, and I lets out a scream
[01:06.10] He comes out with a bellow, and the rest is a dream
[01:10.37]
[01:16.53] Well, he jumps to the left, and he lands towards the right
[01:20.44] But I ain't no green horn, I'm still sittin' tight
[01:24.16] The dust starts to foggin' right out of his skin
[01:27.99] He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin
[01:31.98] At sunnin' his belly, he couldn't be beat
[01:35.60] He's a showin' the buzzards the soles of his feet
[01:39.49] He's a-dippin' so low that my boots filled with dirt
[01:43.46] He's a makin' a whip of the tail of my shirt
[01:48.24] He's a-snappin' the buttons right off of my clothes
[01:52.19] He's a-buckin' and a-bawlin' and a-blowin' his nose
[01:56.09] The crowd starts to cheerin' both me and that bull
[01:59.83] Well, he needed no help, well I had my hands full
[02:03.70] Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind
[02:07.76] My head went to poppin', I sorta went blind
[02:11.69] He starts in high divin', I lets out a groan
[02:15.57] We went up together, but he come back alone
[02:19.77]
[02:26.19] Up high, I turns over, and below I can see
[02:30.14] He's a-pawin' up dirt just a waitin' for me
[02:33.80] I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood
[02:37.91] Sayin' here lies a twister who thought he was good
[02:41.99] I notices somethin' don't seem can be true
[02:45.61] But the brand on his hip was a Big Flyin' U
[02:49.62] When I landed, he charged, but I got enough sense
[02:53.30] To outrun that old bull to the hole in the fence
[02:58.43] I dives through that hole, and I want you to know
[03:02.25] I ain't goin' back to no big rodeo
[03:06.20] At a -traddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through
[03:10.02] I'm sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U
[03:14.22]