By David Christensen
My job as a rodeo clown
Is the most dangerous job in this town
During the rodeo
I keep that wild bull
From beating that cowboy to the ground
Ole Nellie
I have a big horse called Ole Nellie
She's got an oversized belly
I stood behind her
A mistake, I am sure
Fer now my boots are all smelly
Cowboy Joe
I know of a cowboy named Joe
He rides broncs in the rodeo
But after playing the game
He aches from the pain
Of getting thrown off of the bull
One Mornin' at the Saloon
In the saloon, early this mornin'
A cowboy burst in with no warnin'
He ordered up a beer
And said loud 'n' clear:
"Some varmit stole my old horse named Norman!"
The Search
We rode our horses on the trail
Looking fer every detail
Every clue that we saw
Would lead to them outlaws
To a showdown, where justice would prevail
Cowboy Bill
I have a friend called Cowboy Bill
He lives in a house on the hills
He has lots of land
And he finds it all grand
Except when his lawnmower kills
At the Fair
With spurs on his fancy cowboy boots
And dressed in a nice leather suit
He went to the fair
And played all the games there
But he did not win any loot
A Funny Sight
I rode down an old western path
I saw a sight that made me laugh
I done saw today
To mine own dismay
A cowby ridin' a garaffe
One Long Day
We spent the day ridin' on horse
Herding cattle up; of course
With the heat of the sun
Blazin' down on everyone
Things couldn't seem to get worse
Cowboy Jake
There once lived a cowboy named Jake
His bull ridin' skills were great
The championship, he could have won
But he had a problum
He arrived at the rodeo late