Lyrics




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



Writer(s): Curley Fletcher


Tex Ritter - Gods of Country - Tex Ritter
Album Gods of Country - Tex Ritter
date of release
17-05-2011

1   You Will Have To Pay
2   There's a New Moon over My Shoulder
3   I'm Wasting My Tears On You
4   You Two-timed Me Once Too Often
5   Deck of Cards
6   Dallas Darling
7   High Noon : High Noon (Do Not Forsake Me)
8   Pecos Bill
9   (Take Me Back to My) Boots and Saddle
10   Jealous Heart
11   I Got Spurs That Jingle, Jangle, Jingle
12   When You Leave Don't Slam the Door
13   Boll Weevil
14   Bad Brahma Bull
15   Barbara Allen
16   Blood on the Saddle
17   Rye Whiskey
18   Billy the Kid
19   The Texas Rangers
20   Froggy Went a Courting
21   Hillbilly Heaven
22   Have I Stayed Away Too Long?
23   Teamster Power
24   Cattle Call
25   Have I Told You Lately That I Love You
26   Don't Make Me Sorry
27   I've Got Five Dollars and It's Saturday Night
28   Remember the Alamo
29   A-Ridin' Old Paint
30   Conversation With a Gun
31   Fort Worth Jail
32   Singin' in the Saddle
33   The Fool's Paradise
34   The Gallows Pole
35   The Keeper Of The Key
36   The Wayward Wind
37   I Can't Get My Foot Off the Rail
38   Rounded up in Glory
39   I've Had Enough of Your Two Timin
40   The Old Chisholm Trail
41   The Yellow Rose of Texas
42   Long Time Ago




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