When I was just a very young lad 
I walked up and I told my dad
A bareback rider's what I wanna be 
I want the whole world to know about me
In the rodeo arena I'll take my stand 
I wanna be known as a rodeo man

I'll come flying from the chute with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reaching for the sky
Spurring wild with my head throw'd back
You'll ask whose that  well that's Bareback Jack
You'll ask whose that  well that's Bareback Jack

The years of boyhood now have passed
It didn't take long to learn the tricks real fast
Now I'm going down the road with my rodeo gear
And I hope to make the finals in just a few years
And when my chance comes I'll give it a whirl
Try to win the championship of the world

I'll come flying from the chutes with my spurs up high
Chaps and boots reaching for the sky
Spurring a wild with my head flung back
You'll all know me, my name is Bareback Jack
You'll all know me, my name is Bareback Jack

Well, here I am, I'm a laying in bed
The son of a buck jumped onto my head
I'm a-laying here, dying and a hurting real bad
Now I wish I'd listened to my old dad
When he said: "Son you'd better quit fooling around
You're gonna get your guts stomped into the ground

You'll come flying from the chute with your tail up high
That old bucking horse is gonna throw you in the sky
When you come down you're gonna break your back
Then we'll all know you as Old Crippled Up Jack
In a wheel-chair, with a broken back"