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Chris LeDoux

Bad Brahma Bull

 

Bad Brahma Bull

(álbum: Sing Me A Song, Mr. Rodeo Man - 1977)


I was snapping out broncs at the Old Flying 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 riding 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 riding them bad ones, well, you ain't slow
And you might do some good at the big rodeo

While they're putting the bull in the chute
I'm strapping 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
[Incomprehensible]
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 sitting tight
The dust starts to fogging right out of his skin
He's a waving them horns right under my chin

At sunning his belly, he couldn't be beat
He's a showing the buzzards the soles of his feet
He's a dipping so low that my boots filled with dirt
He's a making a whip of the tail of my shirt

He's a snapping the buttons right off of my clothes
He's a bucking and a bawling and a blowing his nose
The crowd starts to cheering both me and that bull
Well, he needed no help but I had my hands full

Then he goes to fence rowing and weaving behind
My head went popping, I sorta went blind
He starts in high diving, 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 pawing up dirt just a waiting for me
I can picture a grave and a big slab of wood
Saying here lies a twister who thought he was good

I notices something don't seem can be true
But the brand on his hip was a Big Flying 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 going back to no big rodeo
At a straddling them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through
I'm sore footing it back to the Old Flying U

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