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tex ritter - bad brahma bull كلمات الأغنية

i was snappin out broncs at the old flyin’ u
at fourty a month a plum good buckaroo
well, the boss comes around and he says,
“hey, my lad, well you look pretty good ridin’ horses that’s bad.”
you see, i ain’t got no more outlaws to break
but i’ll buy you a ticket and i’ll give you a stake.
at ridin’ them bad ones, well, you ain’t slow
and you might do some good at the big rodeo.

while they’re puttin’ the bull in the chute
i’m a strappin’ my spurs to the heels of my boots
i looks that bull over and to my suprise
well, he’s a foot and a half in between his two eyes
on top of his shoulders he’s got a big hump
i cinch’s my riggin’ just back of that lump
i latch in his middle and i lets out a scream
he comes out with a beller and the rest is a dream.

well he jumps to the left and he lands towards the right
but i ain’t no green h-rn – i’m still sittin’ tight
the dust starts to foggin’ right out of his skin
he’s a wavin’ them h-rns right under my chin
at sunnin’ his belly he couldn’t be beat
he’s showin’ the buzzards the soles of his feet
he’s a dippin’ so low that my boots filled with dirt
he’s a makin’ a whip of the tail of my shirt.

he’s snappin’ the b-ttons right off of my clothes
he’s a buckin’ and a bawlin’ and a blowin’ his nose
the crowd starts to cheerin’ both me and that bull
well, he needed no help, but i had my hands full
then he went to fence rowin’ and a weavin behind
my head went poppin’ – i sorta went blind
he starts in high divin’ – i lets out a groan
we went up together, but he come back alone.

up high i turns over and below i can see
he’s a pawin’ up dirt just a waitin’ for me
i can picture a grave and a big slab of wood
sayin’, “here lies a twister who thought he was good.”
i notice this somethin’ don’t seem can be true
but the brand on his hip was a big flyin’ u
when i landed he charged, but i got enough sense
so i ran that old bull to the hole in the fence.

i dives through that hole and i want you to know
i ain’t goin’ back to no big rodeo
at a straddlin’ them brahmas you can bet i’m all through
i’m sore footin’ it back to the old flyin’ u

- tex ritter

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