Lyrics Bad Brahma Bull - Chris LeDoux

I was snappin' out broncs at the Old Flyin' 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 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 so slow
And you might do some good at the big rodeo

While they're a-puttin' the bull in the chute
I'm strappin' my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looked 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
I cinches my riggin' is just back of that lump
I latches his middle, and I lets out a scream
He comes out with a bellow, 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 a 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 a-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, well I had my hands full

Then he goes to fence rowin' and weavin' behind
My head went to 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 notices 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
To outrun 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 -traddlin' them Brahmas, you can bet I'm all through
I'm sore footin' it back to the Old Flyin' U