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austin wahlert - legacy of a rodeo man كلمات الأغنية

there’s a hundred years of history and a hundred before that
all gathered in the thinkin’ goin’ on beneath his hat
and back behind his eyeb-lls and pumpin’ through his veins
is the ghost of every cowboy that ever held the reins

every coil in his l-sso’s been thrown a million times
his quiet concentration’s been distilled through ancient minds
it’s evolution workin’ when the silver scratches hide
and a ghostly cowboy chorus fills his head and says, “let’s ride.”

the famous and the rowdy, the savage and the sane
the bluebloods and the hotbloods and the corriente strain
all knew his mother’s mothers or was it his daddy’s kin
’til he’s nearly purely cowboy, born to ride and bred to win

he’s got buffalo bill cody and goodnight’s jigger boss
and all of the brave blue soldiers that general custer lost
the ghost of pancho villa, sittin’ bull and jessie james
all gathered by his campfire keepin’ score and takin’ names

there’s every royal mountie that ever got his man
and every day-work cowboy that ever made a hand
each man that’s rode before him, yup every mother’s son
is in his corner, rootin’, when he nods to make his run

freckles brown might pull his bull rope, casey tibbs might jerk the flank
bill pickett might be hazin’ when he starts to turn the crank
plus remington and russell lookin’ down his buckh-rn sight
all watchin’ through the window of this cowboy’s eyes tonight

and standin’ in the catch pen or in chute number nine
is the offspring of a mountain that’s come down from olden time
a volcano waitin’ quiet, ’til they climb upon his back
rumblin’ like the engine of a freight train on the track

a cross between a she bear and a bad four wheel drive
with the fury of an eagle when it makes a power dive
a snake who’s lost its caution or a badger gone berserk
he’s a screamin’, stompin’, clawin’, rabid, mad dog piece o’ work

from the rollers in his nostrils to the foam upon his lips
from the hooves as hard as granite to the h-rns with dagger tips
from the flat black starin’ shark’s eye that’s the mirror of his soul
shines the challenge to each cowboy like the devil callin’ roll

in the seconds that tick slowly ’til he climbs upon his back
each rider faces down the fear that makes his mouth go slack
and cuts his guts to ribbons and gives his tongue a coat
he swallows back the panic gorge that’s risin’ in his throat

the smell of hot blue copper fills the air around his head
then a single, solid shiver shakes away the doubt and dread
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 spent sleepy drivin’, all the money down the drain
all the “if i’s” and the “nearly’s”, all the bandages and the 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

and his pardner in this madness that the cowboy’s call a game
is a ton of buckin’ thunder bent on provin’ why he came
but the cowboy never wavers he intends to do his best
and of that widow maker, he expects of him no less

there’s a solemn silent moment that every rider knows
when the time stops on a heartbeat like the earth itself was froze
then all the ancient instinct fills the sp-ce between his ears
til the whispers of his phantoms are the only thing he hears

when you get down to the cuttin’ and the leather touches hide
and there’s nothin’ left to think about, he nods and says, “outside!”
then frozen for an instant against the open gate
is hist’ry turned to flesh and blood, a warrior incarnate

and while they pose like statues in that fl!cker of an eye
there’s somethin’ almost sacred, you can see it if you try
it’s guts and love and glory-one mortal’s chance at fame
his legacy is rodeo and cowboy is his name

- austin wahlert

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