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bull riding
hunting
fishing
horseback riding
rodeo
pool
mud bashin
4 wheelin
and driving my lifted F150 xlt lariot 4x4
6 cy.with a gun rack, fishing pole, axe handel, 3 redneck stickers, and covered with rebel flags and strobe lights.
only the tough can survive 8 seconds
The depth of a man's courage is measured in seconds
Fear is not an option
if ya pull your pants up u can run faster
scars are tatoos for the brave
southern by the grace of god
country folks can survive
welcome to the south now go home
im from the country and i like it that way
genuine certified dixified full of pride till I die pure bred redneck
Country Boy Can Survive
RODEO
and a country boy can survive
We can skin a buck and run a trout line cuz a country boy can survive
I can plow a field all day long,
I can catch catfish from dust to dawn
We make out own whiskey and our own smoke too
Aint too many things these ole boys cant do
We grow good ole tomatoes and home- made wine
We say grace and we say mam
if u aint into that we dont give
a damn
I had a good friend in New York City
he never called me by my name just hillbilly
dust and mud
its the roar of a sunday crowd
its the white in the kuckles
the gold in the buckles
he will win the next go-around
its boots,shafts,
its cowboy hats
its surs and a let it go
its the ropes and the reigns,
the joy and the pain
and they call the thing RODEO
and a hundred before that
All gathered in the thinkin'
Goin' on beneath this hat.
The cold flame burns within him
'Til his skin's as cold as ice
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth every sacrifice.
All the miles spend sleepy drivin'
All the money down the drain,
All the 'if I's' and 'nearly's,'
All the bandages and pain,
All the female tears left dryin',
All the fever and the fight
Are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonight.
It's guts and love and glory,
One mortal's chance at fame.
His legacy is rodeo
And cowboy is his name.
Just like a Rodeo
Praying that I can just sit tight, man this love is strange
Up like a rocket spinning 'round like a top
My strength is fading fast
I should have known when I climbed on
My next breath could be my last
Somedays I'm in the saddle
Somedays I get thrown
Somedays I hold on for dear life
This love is sure 'nough just like a rodeo
Eight short seconds lasts a long long time
My life flashed before my eyes
Ain't never been bucked like this before
But I got to thank you for the ride
Lighnting Does The Work
Lightning Does The Work
He grabs the bull by the horns and throws him to the ground
Our gracious and heavenly Father,
We pause in the midst of this festive occasion,
mindful and thoughtful of the guidance that you have given us.
As cowboys, Lord, we don't ask for any special favors,
we ask only that you let us compete in this arena, as in lifes arena.
We don't ask to never break a barrier, or to draw a round of steer that's hard to throw,
or a chute fighting horse, or a bull that is impossible to ride.
We only ask that you help us to compete as honest as the horses we ride
and in a manner as clean and pure as the wind that blows across this great land of ours.
So when we do make that last ride that is inevitable for us all to make,
to that place up there, where the grass is green and lush and stirrup high,
and the water runs cool, clear, and deep -
You'll tell us as we ride in -- that our entry fees have been paid.
These things we ask -- Amen.
author unknown
rambling fever took him
when he was 21
tonights rodeo is over
but the fight has just begun
he was pounded into the ground
while chasing after his dream
he aint one, laying down
and living in mysery,
you gotta cowboy up
and dust your self off
get back in the saddle, give it one more try
swet and blood it takes all you got
theres the road to hell and theres a hell of a ride
the tough get going when the going gets rough
cuz they know they gotta cowboy up
he stopped off at a road side bar
to have him a beer or two
he was laying it on the juke box
when he saw her across the room
he asked her for a dance
cuz he had a case of lovers sight
he didnt take it personel
when she said your not my type
you cowboy up and dust yourself off
get back in the saddl and give it one more try
swet and blood it takes all you got
theres the road to hell and theres a hell of a ride
the tough get going when the going gets rough
cuz they know they gotta cowboy up
from business suits to cowboy boots
it hurts when you get trown
if youre going to be the best
well you got to get back on
cowboy up and dust yourself off
get back in the saddle, give it one more try
swet and blood it takes all you got
theres the road to hell and theres a hell of a ride
the tough get going when the going get rough
cuz they know they gotta cowboy up
well first you got to wannat get off badd enough to want to get on in the first place
and you better trust in your lady luck
pray to god she dont give up on you now
live fast, die young
bull riderrrrrr
once apon a spinning ton
like something else you've never done
can pull this way
your just outside the bucking shoot
lose a spur you loose a seat and youll loose yourself
buy now is bucking mean and dirty
slinging mud and cowboy boots, and kicking clowns
no fools,
no fun
bull riderrrrrrr
you have a fealing the way he is looking
you gotta watch his head and brace yourself
for his anything that will run to you might did
you know the art of hanging loose
hanging just as tight
well its something like a huricane whos dancing with a kite
well the rodeo is more than rough
its the fact of life its tuff to cut
and its pege hats
its dringking beers and pulling tralers
tightin the mayot on barrel racers
and of course a buck
bull rides
no weight
bull rider
live fast
die young
bull riderrrrrrrrrr
Well here's what I want to tell ya
about a wild kinda man
and one who wears some funny clothes
and he rarely wears a tan.
He ain't no California hippy
who rides them funny boards
and he ain't no damn Yank
who talks on phones with no cords.
He's rarely seen on any coast
much less the big city
and he only likes to drive big trucks
not foreign ones, no-sir-e.
He ain't got much time for foolishness
unlike them city folk
who drive them fancy sports cars
instead of throwin' ropes.
Now he sure likes perdy women
and hopes to marry one
it's just his only problem is
well, he loves only one.
It seems the longer time goes on
the harder it is to find this man
and that's sure a sad ol' story
especially in this God' great land.
For it was the land that he was born
and made in who he is
a rough ol' ornery son of a gun
but a kind one to the end.
Cause he sure loves his animals
and knows their power true
and always takes good care a them
come rain or shine or you.
Now this man for which I talk
ya might a guessed by now
and it wouldn't surprise me
if ya said he rode a cow.
For cow is only half the name
that's given his fame,
and boy thats what his daddy taught
and thus it would remain.
Hold tight with a leather fist
Watch out when he starts to twist
That's what their daddies' used to tell them boys
How to ride them bulls
I got a jingle in my jeans
Sore places in between
And I'm leavin' on a saw blade
With a push and a pull
10-4 Buddy, come on back
A horse trailer on a Cadillac
Yeah, we're talkin' to the cowboy
In the Coupe de Ville
Chug-a-luggin' up one side
Slidin' down the other
I'm a lover of the other side of the hill
Turn up that radio
Don't wanna think about a rodeo
Don't wanna think about a round-up Up in old Cheyenne
It's a crazy circuit
But still you work it
Turn down that sound, boys
Let's get up and check the scan
Bandana hangin' mirror
Still wet from ear to ear
We'll, I guess it's true then
What the wise men say
When you ride your last one
Make sure he's the best one
Jump while he's movin'
Tip your hat boys and walk away
I bet you've never heard ole Marshall Dillion say
Miss Kitty have you ever thought of running away
Settling down, will you marry me
If I asked you twice and begged you pretty please
She'd of said Yes in a New York minute
They never tied the knot
His heart wasn't in it
Stole a kiss as he road away
He never hung his hat up at Kitty's place
I should've been a Cowboy
I should've learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding my pony On a cattle drive
Stealing the young girl's hearts
Just like Gene and Roy
Singing those campfire songs
I should've been a cowboy
I might of had a side kick with a funny name
Running wild through the hills chasing Jesse James
Ending up on the brink of danger
Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers
Go west young man, haven't you been told
California's full of whisky, women and gold
Sleeping out all night beneath the Texas stars
Dream in my eye and a prayer in my heart
I was sittin' in a bar room one rainy afternoon
Tellin' stories about a rodeo and listenin' to a tune
The rodeo starts tomorrow in this one horse town
So Bill took our names and put our entries down
I went to the rodeo office the next day to see
What bareback horse I had and to pay my fees
I looked across the list but my name wasn't to be found
I thought Bill just might have forgot to put me down
I looked across the board and I happened to find
My name was on another list I was in the bull ridin'
My knees began to knock and my face began to sweat
And I heaved and gagged on the rodeo office step
Well I may be a fool but a coward I'm not
So I borrowed myself a bull rope with a bell in the knot
I walked into the arena with them other bull ridin' fools
I walked down the chutes and finally found my bull
Then I put my rope in the middle of his back
And had some cowboy pull up the slack
Then I wrapped the tail around my hand and back
And said boys open that gate just a little bitty crack
Well the bull hit the gate with his head
And I could see over his hump that his eyes were red
He bailed out of there with a big snort and beller
And something inside me told me I was yeller
Well the dust and hair and flies from off of his hump
Did wisk to my nose as he made another jump
And the stink of it all was more than I could stand
So I jerked my wrap and opened up my hand
Well he jumped in the air and he made one more turn
And as the rope slid through my hand it sure did burn
He flung me down in a great big heap
Then right in the middle of me he did leap
With his feet in my belly a standin' in place
That dirty filthy old bull blew snot in my face
So them damned old bulls you can run'em in a chute
And put your ropes on them big galloots
But the closest you're gonna find me to their stinkin' hair
Is to help some other fool get flung in the air
Eight seconds ain't very long to live
But tonight he barely made five
He gave all that he had to give
But the big bull won tonight
He climbs into that old pickup
Black coffee in his hand
Rodeo ain't no ordinary life
But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man
Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive
Makin' money for his wife and kids
He tried other kinds of work
But nothing ever seemed to fit
Oh he loves the smell of a Brahma bull
The feel of leather in his hand
Rodeo ain't no ordinary life
But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man
He's got a gold buckle on his mind
And he don't ride to lose
Tomorrow night he'll nod and yell outside
And they'll turn his future loose
But no matter how bad he hurts
He'll tip his hat to the fans
Rodeo ain't no ordinary life
But a cowboy ain't no ordinary man
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive in old trucks
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They'll never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold
And they'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold
Lone Star belt buckles and old faded Levis
And each night begins a new day
And if you don't understand him and he don't die young
He'll probably just ride away
A cowboy loves smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do
Sometimes won't know how to take him
He's not wrong he's just different and his pride won't let him
Do things to make you think he's right
