He takes a chance
And knows at a glance
He’s drawn a mighty rank brute.

A cowboy never knows
How long he can go
'Til the moment
He’s out of the chute.

The seconds begin tickin'.
That brute's tail is
A-whippin'-n-flickin'.

They spin left
Then right,
Sometimes leavin’ the ground.

With a leather fist,
He takes a firm grip
Just tryin’ his best
to hang on.

His hat and one arm fly in the air
He makes corrections
As the beast changes direction,
But it doesn't seem enough
When he loses his grip and seat.

As he’s flyin’ through the air,
The cowboy says a prayer
Hopin’ to land on his feet.

With his ride now over
His hat back on his head,
He waves to the crowd
With a Copenhagen grin
‘Cause the cowboy knows
Next time
He just might win.

OMG!!! Makes me want to watch my brother ride a bull all over again! I just know he's ridin them big mean ones in the fields of heaven!!!

LOVE IT!!!

I wonder if Bobby Bear was a cowboy once. This reminds me of his song, "The Winner!"


(Disclaimer: This post is in no wayyyyyy meant to remind you of Marie LeVoux, so pleeeeeaaaaaase let us stay away from that yell, lmao!)

As Bobby would say............

Down in Louisiana where the black trees grow
Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Leveau
She got a black cat tooth and a mojo bone
And anyone wouldn't leave her alone
She go (greeeeeee) another man done gone.

Oh lord, do forgive me, "bless the little Pigmies in Africa", and teach this man to google the proper words.

LOL you two are so cute LOL Love the poem Ma_

Ok darlin how about if we go this way...



A liitle somthin from Johnny Paycheck..

Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas.
Was drinkin' Colorado Kool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans,
An' we was....what's that you say?
What's Colorado Kool-Aid?

Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
It'll set you head on fire an' make your kidneys scream,
Oh, it sure is fine.
Yeah, we was havin' ourselves one of them real good times.

But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in,
Some big, mean drunk who just ain't got no friend,
Sure enough, he wants to fight,
Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in sight.

Well, he took him a big swallow of beer,
And he spit in my Mexican friends ear.
And, sure enough, that made my buddie real mad.
That's somethin' like he ain't never had.

Well, sir, he pulled out a big, long switch blade knife;
Quick as a whistle he began to slice.
An, that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears,
Lookin' down at the floor, an' one of his ears.

Ha, he cut that thing off, even with the sideburns.
You might say the little Mexican fella, he just didn't give a durn.
But he was a gentleman about it, an' bent over and with a half way
grin,
Picked it up and handed it back to him.

He said: "Now big man, you get the urge to spit a little beer,
"Just open up your hand there, and spit it in your own ear.
"Won't be no trouble that way." That's what I heard him say.

And I said: "Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
"An while you're up their, bring this big fella, here, a box of Band
aids."

Now let me tell you: if you're ever ridin' down in south of Texas,
Decide to stop an' drink some Colorado Kool-Aid,
An' maybe talk to some Mexicans,
An' you get the urge to get a little tough,
Better make damn sure you got your knife proof ear-muff.

Hey, ain't that right big man? I said ain't that right big man?
Ah, hell he can't hear, not on this side anyway, he ain't got no ear.

Hey barmaid, bring us all a big, tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
How about it?

How you doin', big man? Still got your ear there in your hand?

Thank you, Jesus, he learned to google - Whoot!

Hey, thats why I have you! Your my GOOGLE GIRL....