C Since I saw that rodeo in F 1965
I G7 had to try to be the greatest C bareback rider alive
I went and did some practicing on F pa's old ropin' mare
And I G7 thought I'd take that bronc I'd drawed
And really part it's C hair
When they opened up the gate he d F id a double flip
G7 Half way through the second one is C when I lost my grip
I hooked my spurs into the dees and F hung with all my might
I G7 held my breath he chinned the moon
And sucked back to the C right
My boots came off and went asailin' F right up in the stands
My G7 belt it broke and shattered my watch C I lost my wedding band
I scattered all my cigarettes my F shirt ripped down the back.
I G7 sure was gettin' dizzy and I thought my neck would C crack
I rode him several jumps with both hands F high up in the air
He G7 jumped into an old light pole we C parted company there
I landed in some muddy slop he F stomped right through my side
G7 Nothin' ever busted me like C that old pony ride
I couldn't seem to catch my breath I F couldn't seem to hide
I G7 hobbled back barefooted just a F searchin' for my C pride
C And I just couldn't believe my F achin' ears
When the G7 announcer said RE-RI C DE F RE-RIDE C RE-RIDE
I've had enough for 20 men and he calls up RE G7 -RIDE
RE- F RIDE RE- C RIDE
You'd think he got me go FADE od enough they give him one more G7 try
Chris LeDoux
