Lyrics Chisum - Chris LeDoux

The blood on my sheets has soaked through the bandage
That they wrapped around some stitches in my side
But these old country doctors have come to expect it
From the cowboys that come here once a year to ride
Now starin' at the ceilin', I'm tryin' to get my senses
But I can't recall too much of yesterday
Except for some cussin' at that bull we call Chisum
As they turned us out of chute number three

Chisum (Chisum), Chisum (Chisum) you're a big bad son of a gun
Your hide is tough and it's been scarred
Where spurs have dug in deep, but never hung
Chisum, you're the only reason that I keep on ridin'
And I'll ride you before my ridin's done

Someone's brought the paper, and I'm starin' unbelievin'
At the story that's laid out before my eyes
It talks about you Chisum, how they brought you up from Texas
And the cowboy that made a valiant seven-second ride
It mentions how you broke your leg when we went down together
And it talks about your horn in my side
But it's goin' on to say they had to put you away
But it don't tell about the tears in my eyes

Chisum (Chisum), Chisum (Chisum) well I love you, you son of a gun
Your hide was tough and it was scarred
Well, my spurs have dug in deep, but never hung
Chisum, I tell you all my ridin' days are over
'Cause after you there's nothin' left to ride

Chisum (Chisum), Chisum (Chisum) you're a big bad son of a gun
Your hide was tough and it was scarred
Where spurs have dug in deep, but never hung
Chisum, I tell you all my ridin' days are over
'Cause after you there's nothin' left to ride

Chisum (Chisum), Chisum (Chisum)