Bad Brahma Bull-Chris Ledoux

歌手 : Chris Ledoux

专辑 : Sing Me A Song Mr. Rodeo Man

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:22

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TXT Bad Brahma Bull-Chris Ledoux 文本歌词

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 slow,

And you might do some good at the big rodeo,,

While they're puttin' the bull in the chute,

I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots,

I looks 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 lands in his middle and I lets out a scream,

He comes out with a beller 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 but I had my hands full,,

Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind,

My head went 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,

So I ran 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 straddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through,

I'm sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U