Angola Rodeo

(álbum: Sing In A World That's Falling Apart - 2020)

Twenty-five to life deep in the swamps of the LSP
There's no way out, but you can have a chance to feel free
Old Burl Cain's been known to put on a show
I'm gonna take my chance at the Angola rodeo
So while I do my time I'm gonna whoop me some bovines
And be a king for a day, if it's only for a little while

I'll be an all-'round cowboy roping like Cadillac Jack
Ride a mustang 'round the ring, no saddle, it's called bareback
So when they open up that chute, I'll take the chit right off that brute
I'll have my commissary stocked with all my rodeo loot

Well, I found myself staring down the nose of a Brahma bull
I got weak in my knees and the sweat started to pool
But he stopped, it seemed, just chasing me around the ring
I shot up that wall just searching for somewhere to cling
I saw blood dripping down his horn, I knew then that I'd been gored
Hell, anything's better than sitting in a cell being bored

I spent sixteen weeks just healing in infirmary
Compared to Camp J that was quite a luxury
"So, doctor, please, get me some morphine
And go easy on me, buddy, 'cause those beasts can't conquer me"
You know I'll be here next year, I got nothing left to fear
And when you're in that cell you can shed a couple of tears