Them Bareback Horses

Them bareback horses are the only thing
That make your arm hurt and make your bell riong
Their hard on tail bones and they make your neck sore
But when it's all over, your craving some more

Well you drive down the road in a broken down car
And you stop in some town and wonder where the hell you are
You get yourself a road map and head out once again
With only enough to feed you so you damn sure better win

You finally make the pichin with your entrie fees all paid
Get on another snatcher and he flings you away
So you head to town broken hearted, looking for a chance
To get a little drunk and find some girl and dance

You see a little girl at the bar all alone
You whip some words on her to get her to take you home
But she's got a boyfriend that just come from the can
And he says move on buddy cause he's her lovin man

So you climb back in your car after your little bitty fight
Your drunk and broken hearted and its twelve o'clock at night
Ands you ain't got a dime in your old blue jeans
But by golly you have a half tank gas and a can of pork and beans

You write a hot check to pay your fees once again
You got your self a good one, so you outta win
The horse is standing in the chute and then he bucks around
The wistle blows and then your standing on the ground

The judges total the markings and they tally up the score
And your beating everyone by at least ten points or more
So you climb back in your car with a pocket full of cash
A good feeling in your heart and a tank full of gas

But boys the days finally comes when you get old and grey
You got to take your spurs off and put your riggin' away
And you look back now with a wanting eye
But brother its all gone, so you sit and cry