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Tim Hus
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The Bullrider
The wind is a-blowin', grasses are growin'
Down at the exhibition grounds
The chutes are all open the corral fence is broken
Even the grandstand is falling down
Year after year he always comes back here
He stands at the gate all alone
He looks out at the grounds and remembers the sounds
The day of the big rodeo
Chorus:
When the stands were all full and he drew the Brahma bull
The one they said that no-one could ride
And the fear was in his throat as he rosined up his rope
And he nodded his head “Boys, let him fly!”
Straight out of the gate he was a-spinnin' both a-ways
Caught up in the eye of the storm
Rush of adrenalin, get a hold and knife him
Ride him like you never rode before!
There's a big empty space that is the place
Where the roughstock riders used to stand in a row
Those who understand how to get up on your hand
And slide up on to your rope
The memories are so clear every time that he's here
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He always feels it that way
The last cowboy prayer echoes everywhere
It all takes him back to the day
Chorus
He's been hit hard, bucked and yard-darded
Stepped on, hooked and hung up
He's been rammed in the chutes, battered and bruised
Layed up and down on his luck
The battles took their toll and there's a pain in his bones
Every time the weather turns cold
White in the knuckles, big trophy buckles
He doesn't ride anymore, like he did before
Chorus
The wind is a-blowin', grasses are growin'
Down at the exhibition grounds
The chutes are all open the corral fence is broken
Even the grandstand is falling down……
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