The Bull Rider

The Bull Rider

Hey, Boy!
You wit yore teeth a hanging out,
Yore right arm bent round whur the left oughta be,
Yeah, you a set'n ther in that pile o' bull chips,
With yore chaps wrapped round yore head.

Be proud! 'Cause you a bull rider!


Worry not that yore back is sore,
Or yore ligaments be tore.
Don't concern yoreself that yore privates may ache,
Due to the beat'n they take,
Or even that yore sons may be defects.
Jest b'cause you set on the back of a ton o' meat,
And watch 'at gate fly open...
Look out, ground!
Well, it'll be better tomorrah.

Jest be proud! 'Cause you a bull rider!


For those who may not understand the country dialect, here it is in more correct English

The Bull Rider

Hey, Boy!
You with your teeth hanging out,
Your right arm bent around where the left ought to be,
Yeah, you sitting there in that pile of bull chips,
With your chaps wrapped around your head.

Be proud! Because you're a bull rider!


Worry not that your back is sore,
Or your ligaments are tore.
Don't concern yourself that your privates may ache,
Due to the beating they take.
Or even that your sons may be defects,
Just because you sit on the back of a ton of meat,
And watch that gate fly open...
Look out, ground!
Well, it'll be better tomorrow.

Just be proud! Because you're a bull rider!