Tonalité : A major
Verse 1
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Come on Jughead, get going Caius,
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Fan him, fan him,
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spur him on the hairy side,
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Ride him, cowboy.
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I was a -snappin' out Bronx
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for the old flyin' ewe,
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At forty a month like a good buckaroo,
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When the boss comes around and he says,
Am
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Say, my lad, you look pretty good
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Riding horses, that's bad.
But you see, I ain't got any
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bad ones to break,
So I'll buy you a ticket an
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d give you a stake.
How to ride in them bad ones?
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Well, you ain't so slow,
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And you might do some good
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in some big rodeo.
Well now they are putting
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the bull in the chute,
I'm a -strapping my spurs
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to the heels of my boots.
I looks this bull over
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and to my surprise lays a foot and
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a half in between his two eyes
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On top of his shoulder he's got a big hump
so I cinches my rigging
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just back of this lump
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I lots in his middle and lets out a scream
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he comes out with a beller
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and the rest is a dream
Well he jumps to the left
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but he lands to the right
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but I ain't no greenhorn I'm still sitting
The dust starts a -foggin'
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right out of his skin
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He's a -wavin' his horns
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right under my chin
At a sun in his belly
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he couldn't be beat
He's showin' the buzzards
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the soles of his feet
He's dippin' so low
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that my boots fills with dirt
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He's a -makin' a whip
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from the tail of my shirt
He's a -snappin' the buttons
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right off of my clothes
A -buckin' and a -ballin'
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and a -blowin' his nose
The crowd was a -cheerin',
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both me and the bull
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But he needed no help,
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and I had my hands full
Then he starts for the fence,
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lowin' and weavin' behind
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My neck it snaps back, and I go sorta blind
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He starts in high dive, and I lets out a groan
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We went up together,
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but we come down alone
Up high I turns over,
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and below I can see
He's a -pawin' up dirt,
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just a -waitin' for me
I can picture a grave and a
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big slab of wood,
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saying here lies the twister
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that thought he was good.
Then I noticed something don't
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seem could be true,
the brand on his hip was
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the old flying U.
When I landed he charged,
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but I got enough sense
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to outrun that bull to a hole in the fence.
I dived through that hole,
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and I want you to know
that I ain't going back to no
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Wild West show.
Had a ride in them bad ones,
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you can bet I am through
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I'm sore footin' it back
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to the old flyin' you
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