Lyrics:

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 thats bad.
You see, I aint got no more outlaws to break
But Ill buy you a ticket and Ill give you a stake
At ridin them bad ones, well, you aint slow
And you might do some good at the big rodeo

While theyre puttin the bull in the chute
Im a strappin my spurs to the heels of my boots
I looks that bull over and to my suprise
Well, hes a foot and a half in between his two eyes
On top of his shoulders hes got a big hump
I cinchs 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 aint no green horn - Im still sittin tight
The dust starts to foggin right out of his skin
Hes a wavin them horns right under my chin
At sunnin his belly he couldnt be beat
Hes showin the buzzards the soles of his feet
Hes a dippin so low that my boots filled with dirt
Hes a makin a whip of the tail of my shirt

Hes snappin the buttons right off of my clothes
Hes 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
Hes 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 dont 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 aint goin back to no big rodeo
At a straddlin them brahmas you can bet Im all through
Im sore footin it back to the old Flyin U