Tex Ritter
Tex Ritter - Bad Brahma Bull songtekst
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I was snappin out broncs at the Old Flyin' U At fourty 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 a strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots I looks that bull over and to my suprise 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 cinch's my riggin' just back of that lump I latch 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 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 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 went to fence rowin' and a 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 notice this 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